RV Racing

Michael and I decided not to invest in cable once we moved to Indiana. Too many nights spent slack jawed, drool dripping from our frozen faces as we watched YET ANOTHER Mythbusters at 2 AM. And we payed how much for that?

So out here we decided to splurge for nicer internet and save the cable cash for other more exciting things. Like a $5/month netflix account (Yes, we HAVE watched "Tron" for our latest bad 80s movie fix, why do you ask?)

We didn't even have a TV our first few months here. Then Michael's parents offered to give us their 22 year old monstrosity, which still manages to have a better image than our $100 special. There it sits, enclosed in its own wood laminate cabinet, like a behemoth tribute to days gone by, benevolently looking over our living room and attesting to the fact that the credits do, in fact, have legible words (never before realized on our old TV.)

Here's the funny thing, though. Last week we had ST:TNG Season 7 (what a great year that was) and we started watching it on my laptop and then Michael started whining about how crappy my speakers are. We squabbled a bit and finally settled on HIS laptop even though its Macintosh speakers are, in my opinion, hardly impressive. Could hardly hear the dialogue. I think we finally got out the jack splitter and headphones. Yes, even with the huge TV hooked up to the big speakers, staring us in the face, we sat on our little loveseat and watched it on our laptops.

Two days later we realized that we are morons.

Our favorite evening pastime, however, and the point of this post before my virus-addled brain got way off track, is watching YouTube episodes of Top Gear, the BBC car show. It's hilarious! And I am one of the few women in Indiana who can name a pretty good selection of European car makes.

But I digress. Yet again. THIS IS THE POINT. The clip below is our current all time favorite. We have watched it four times this week and every time we laugh til we nearly puke. Maybe because I've lived in an RV twice. Maybe just because British men in lumbering caravans bashing it out on a track is just, in the essence of it, riotously funny. Maybe we are just complete morons who haven't had media stimulation in months. You be the judge.