Recently*, Jon Bois of "the Internet" interviewed me about Dinosaur Racecars because dinosaur racecars. Here is our interview so people can understand more about dinosaur racecars. There is no known picture of Mr. Bois on the Internet, so we'll use our old friend Bob Bruce to represent him. You're welcome for the nice hair, Mr. Bois.
So, if Kyle Busch and a dinosaur had to fight each other because they were hungry and they wanted to get into the racecar, the dinosaur would certainly kill Busch and eat him as food, then use the racecar.
Further, dinosaur size is highly variable, so we're going to leave this all up to the individual dinosaurs as to how involved they want to be in IDRI. So they have to build the dinosaur racecar factories themselves, and work in them.
Absolutely. We've considered rally cars as well, but the herbivores would probably try to graze on the foliage at trackside in the middle of the race, and that seems like it would be more trouble than it's worth.
When I was five years old, my thirteen siblings and I produced a newspaper with newsprint and colored pencils. The Bois Family Time's [sic] boasted a circulation of 14 (15 when Father wasn't angry). Jeremiah served as lead editor.
That was definitely a letdown, and when we went to the Jurassic Park place to get more Tyrannosaurus Rexes, they told us it was just computer animation and robots. I got to pet the robot and it was fun, but that didn't help our goal. Fortunately, IDRI is strong enough to survive without "The Great Dutch Beast," which I'm sure you know is the literal Greek translation of "Tyrannosaurus Rex."
You did. But let's move on. SB Nation's dinosaur racecar blog, Tyrannosaurus Wrecks, believes that the T-Rex named Teddy Higuera by his caretakers is the favorite to win the Pre-Cambrian 500. Would you care to predict a winner?
Pretty much all you can do is shoot them if they act up. But fortunately discipline isn't an issue, mainly because dinosaur racecar drivers aren't susceptible to the lapses in discipline that human athletes have; their brains are too small for misbehavior.
Yes, thank you for giving me the final word. Lots of people may think the International Dinosaur Racing Intersociation is some sort of joke or not worth a serious investment of their time and attention. My response is simple: go ahead and watch. When you see a dinosaur go flying 200 miles an hour down the track in his racecar, you'll understand why this league has to exist and why dinosaurs were meant to be in racecars. Dinosaur racecars.
You saved yourself a heap of trouble. The last time someone was cross with me, Father stalked the land looking for him, grasping a pitchfork in one hand and a body-sized burlap sack in the other. Father is eleven feet tall.
*46 weeks ago