The Force Friday

You didn't think I was going to write about John Force, did you?

(Maybe in twenty years, when his legacy is covered in an oily, amber colored goo of nostalgia and romanticism.
For now, he can just keep going fast without commentary from me...)


No, not that force.


I am talking about the bulls-eying womp rats sort of force.

Making the Kessel run in twelve parsecs kind of force.


The dark side of the force.

So dark, you don't even hesitate to paint a mural of your own evil self on the hood of your sweet Celica type of force.



I would have pee'd myself had I encountered this scene in 1977.



I couldn't resist all of the hyperlinks to Wookieepedia.