Pit Stop - Continued I

You want to know what I'm thinking... - NASA.

Should I go into it?

I can't explain it well, but these cars pulling in with all that energy, chaos, smoke, guys throwing in gas, tires burning, shoe string budgets (comparatively), little sponsored racers (talking 70s, like right after '69)...

Come on!  Screw the money for once!  Let's ride to win!  To Go!

We've got engines.  Make a t-shirt from that.  Fire it up!

And do you get it?  NASA's on a pit stop.  THINK.  FIRE IT UP!  RACE!

That's what the little area here says.  I'm speaking for a few.  Fire it up!  Let go!  Go!  Come on!

That's what we all want to do!  Come on!

We've got engines.

Redbud likes muscle.  For once, would you stop being a brainiac nerd and rev it up?

You know that's what it's about anyway.  It's okay.  We'll forgive your masculinity.  Show us some muscle.

No, let's compete with google and give lots of pixels and bytes and  bytes and bytes --- freak-a-lot-a-bytes.