I’m thankful the Cat guys have made my Tiger smokin’ fast.
I’m thankful that after winning yet another snowmobile race, the first thing shoved into my face is no longer a microphone, but a Mark Ten cigarette instead.
I’m thankful the creepy guy in the red hat is my brother, otherwise I’d be genuinely nervous.
And I’m thankful it’s Friday, Dec. 12, 2014.
The tiger-striped hoods on the ’74 El Tigres are my favorite.
Smoking lung darts during post race interviews are my favorite.