We're hooligans... hooligans with jobs.
That's how we afford this ridiculous sport.
Unfortunately, we don't have good jobs, or we'd race something sexier. Like a Lancia or a Tata. So instead, we're racing the same piece of crap Neon we've always raced... poorly. We hope to kick ass, take names and hopefully run away fast enough that our asses don't get pulverized.
And oh yeah, the whole 'true 24' thing? WE CAN'T F'ING WAIT!!! I'm so excited I can't even speak. In an ideal world, drag racing and Lemons will occur SIMULTANEOUSLY! And then the world will end. And I will be content.
That is all.