This was Sean Cook's first day at a track. He had a blast. Meanwhile, my clutch blew up after six laps in the morning. I had plenty of time for pictures...
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John's blingin' 1G with Sean's arm hanging out the passenger-side window.
Not uglier than Srdan.
Put your pants on, kid.
"Why is Sean trying to drop trou in front of a bunch of guys?"
"'Cause he's gay like that."
"Right. Let's get the fuck out of here. He can't catch us on the track."
"WHO STOLE MY CAR?"
"I think I just saw a bit of Sean's crack."
Vlad: *BLAAARRRFFFF* "So did I."
There's Kelvin.
Scot: "Okay, let's switch and I'll show you how to drive."
Sean: "Will you be my friend?"
