While Americans get beads, beer, and mostly naked ladies deep into the night, we Brits have a more sedate celebration, involving pancakes!
Don't get me wrong, I love my pancakes, but given a choice between a room full of pancakes and a room full of beer and mostly naked ladies, there is only one choice, and it has nothing to do with flour, milk, butter, and eggs.
Anyway, back on topic.
What’s that, Dale? Your engine blew up? Karma’s a bitch, ain’t she?
The less talented and less cowardly Citroen driver actually recognises that Rallying is entertainment, so he goes above his illustrious teammate.