Since the dawn of transportation, when the second caveman made a wheel and said to the first one "Mine's faster," people have been racing. From chariots to stagecoaches to Formula One, there is always the impulse in man to say "I'm faster than you. My machine is faster than yours. Eat my [BLEEP]ing dust." Okay maybe not that last bit, but you get the idea. Need evidence? Well there's the 24 hours of Lemons, a series wherein people race the worst cars they can find until they hemorrhage fluids all over the track. There's European semi truck racing, where 10 ton behemoths take to road courses like Monza or Brands Hatch and duke it out like an over-sized version of NASCAR. There's even the Red Bull Air Races and America's Cup to show this isn't just limited to wheeled vehicles. My brother and his idiot friends used to race Skittles down the center aisle on the school bus on the ride home. (Don't ask.) And we won't even talk about those lunatics in MotoGP. What, that STILL isn't good enough? Fine.
Ukrainian tractor racing. Yup. Big lumbering farm implements bombing around a dirt track at speeds likely not recommended by the manufacturer. It's oddly amusing watching something clearly not meant for competition out competing.
People will race ANYTHING.
But... Eat my (bleeping) dust is the most important part!
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