Excuse me, because I have to move to the country right goddamn now. I need a backyard dirt track in my life.

This dude has nothing but some old tires, some space, and a motorized vehicle and he now has a functioning race track like I want so very very badly and I hate him and my jealousy will only subside when he inevitably crashes and breaks his collarbone.

Ok, I hope that doesn't happen. But I am jealous.