Have a word with yourself, Phil!
Home made corporate racewear? What's up with that?
It sort of reminds me of a complete and utter twat, next door neighbor of mine, back in the days when Red Nose Day wasn't the hackneyed old load of cobblers that it is now.
It was de rigeur for charitable do-gooders to attach a 'red nose' to their car.
In the true spirit of the affair, my sh*t-for-brains neighbor attempted to cut a ball cock in half to adorn the front of his Mini van, rather than pay the fiver or so that the genuine article cost. In doing so, he nearly cut his f**k*ng hand off when the stanley knife slipped. I think it's called poetic justice.
I think we can be fairly confident that there will be more DBR9 shirts at Sebring than soft mick, you mark my words.
