Jim... You're not as dumb as Joe says
And thankyou for getting the salutation correct finally. And as a token of my generosity, good sportsmanship, good taste and gentlemanly deportment, I've decided that you, indeed, are actually the 1-ton Speed King this year
I do hereby surrender my title, crown, sash, baton, cape, red slippers, ceremonial dagger and Dust Mask to you, your most exalted and serene Eminence, Mr. Schmidt, Sir. (sweeping Bow).
I keep the dog, though.
Roache -- keep your food in your mouth, you dang redneck.
