As you may know, I play the role of Judge Lieberman at 24 Hours of LeMons races. Not only do I inspect the cars prior to the race, but I dish out punishment to the bad drivers. But man oh man do we get a lot of whiners. For the second race in a row, we had a car come in dragging a cone and the first words out of the driver’s mouth was, “It wasn’t me!” Seriously, I’ve never encountered so many innocent people gathered in one place. Ever. Out of the 200+ plus penalties assessed against the teams at Thunderhill, fewer than twenty admitted their guilt. By the way, the teams that did admit their guilt got lighter sentences. Whiners? I had one team where all seven of ‘em had to wear adult diapers and walk around the pits hand in hand with their hands taped together. Above is how we would like to deal with them. That’s judge Ed with the rottie. I’m rocking the balaclava. Jump for one more pic of me in IRA garb. 

Both photos by Shark-boy Clay Bush. And the dude getting it on the ground is everyone’s favorite tree-trimmer and long distance RV driver, Josh.