The Return.

6 Months. Zero Posts. Zero Excuses. So, as apologies are for pansies, here's some good stuff.

We shall now resume regularly scheduled programming. You're welcome.

Black Staillions.

Ferrari's in the most menacing shade, pitch black. Be afraid.

Red Beasts.

Speed shall surely never know a more appropriate color than pure, firey red.

The L Word.

Ah, lovely Lambo's in the lightest of colors, pure white.

A man and his machine(s).

He drives it when he wants.

He repairs it when it breaks.

He lets it be part of his style.

Best of all, he pounds on it, races it, and has more fun in it than its' creator ever could have imagined.

Numero.

You have to earn the white circle. With speed.

Insanity.

"Is it fast?" "Sure" "Wait, is it also insane looking?" "Of course, how else do you think it goes so fast?"

...and they were all yellow.

SINGIN' AAAHH OOOH OOOHHH YEAAAAY.

Orange.

It's the season for fall colors, and what better color for monstrous extreme cars to wear?

Angry Red Hellions.

Red; color of hell, fire, and the devil himself. No color could more appropriate for snarling, nasty, zillion mph beasts.