Thursday, January 5, 2012

It's called TOP FUEL, son.....

No roll cage, no seatbelts, no parachute.....6 seconds and below, over 200 mph, and all while you're laying across a bomb, steering with the rear tire........

1 comment:

  1. Excellent shit . . . I love the smell of burning magnesium in the morning . . . in one case, steering with only a tenth of the rear bag . . . Happy Nude Year man, cracker footage !!!

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