Boasts of gigantic brass balls aside, there’s a lot of talk about “packages” in racing. Rules packages. Aero packages. The whole package of the car and its drivers. You have to word questions about this carefully, or else a driver will assume you’re asking about the meaty bits between their legs—which happened at one…
Here is what not do do with a truck and the sensitive bits between your legs.
What does Daniel Ricciardo credit for his first-ever pole position at the Formula One Monaco Grand Prix and Red Bull’s first pole since 2013? Balls. Big Australian balls, to be exact.
Anyone who’s fortunate enough to stumble into the world of car writing quickly discovers that it’s the greatest grift in human history, a virtually non-stop travel orgy of luxury hotels, business-class airline travel, open bars with premium Scotch, foie gras, steaks, little toasts with crème fraiche and salmon,…
Max Verstappen’s refusal to follow Toro Rosso’s team order for him to let teammate Carlos Sainz Jr. pass has been vindicated after the fact. Not only was Sainz not anywhere close to Verstappen’s car, but both team principal Franz Tost and Verstappen’s dad and ex-Formula One driver Jos Verstappen say Max made the right…
Everyone was gathered around the Sprint Cup championship trophy for his win at Richmond International Raceway to celebrate getting into the Chase for the Sprint Cup, and poor Clint Bowyer gets a ball tap from Kyle Busch.
Exactly twenty years ago today, one of the most baffling moments in Formula One history happened: Taki Inoue got hit by the medical car at the 1995 Hungarian Grand Prix. Let’s take a moment to remember one of the most bizarre mishaps in F1, shall we?
Lotus driver Pastor Maldonado has developed somewhat of a reputation for crashing during his Formula One career, which even spawned his own personal crash counter. Maldonado is certain why he crashes, though: he’s got the biggest balls of them all.
Yo, nature! You're crazy, bro. You have to know you're crazy. I mean, you do a great job with a lot of shit—my teeth totally grind up food like a boss; my precision grip is hella virtuosic on the DVR remote; my feet and pelvic angle crush verticality. But seriously, WHAT IS YOUR DEAL WITH BALLS?