NASCAR

Sometimes, just because New Pat's car has turbo, I think fire will come shooting out the back. Or maybe just rocket explosions of power. But it doesn't, which is too bad.

My commute through Parley's Canyon is like a NASCAR race every day. You have to dodge things too, which makes it harder than NASCAR. Things like moose and deer and UPS trucks. I'm surprised sometimes that I'm still alive. Which means I will probably die in a horrific accident tomorrow.

If I had nuclear fusion, then I would just convert my car into a flying car. That'd be better than any car out there.

Even the Prius.