I’m the devil’s advocate during all of this Corona virus mess. Safety first and all, for sure…don’t be the douche that gets half your town sick…but dammit, I’m foaming at the mouth waiting for racing action! I’ve been without automotive violence in any form for too long at this point. I need screaming engines, that cologne of burned race fuel, and the grit of burned rubber. I need to get out from behind the computer and get running up and down racetracks to further ditch the winter weight. The addiction and the cabin fever are kicking in hardcore, and I’m going to push every last one of you if I have to. Join me the second this all passes. Get the hell out there and make the rest of this year rowdy as all hell.

For some serious appetite whetting, we’re going to go with Hoonigan’s review of their latest Burnyard event. You want a party that’s about as unhinged as it gets? Let’s start with the top-tier moment, Rob Dahm’s four-rotor, all-wheel-drive Mazda RX-7 doing a chained-down four-tire fire. That’s the top billing…so what is involved in the supporting acts? How about a guy who not only whipped around his hot-rodded Chevy truck, but then hopped in the bed, fired off his motorcycle, and ran it all the way through the gears until the rear tire popped? How about drifting Lamborghinis? Maybe a battered old Bronco doing four-wheel-drive donuts in reverse gear at WFO?

If none of that raised an eyebrow, then do yourself a favor…get out of quarantine and into the shop. Do better than that!