Faster, Faster, Don't Stop Now

I'm sitting here, trying to get work done (tons of news items to file), all while dealing with the boss who keeps coming up with piddly things that need to be done (although they do need to be done in the next couple of days)...

And all I can think about is Tony Stewart trying to remove a corset and spitting out rose pedals. (ETA: And being a NASCAR fan, I just realized what I typed, but I'm not changing "pedals" to "petals", because it's funny.)

So, since I already wrote a couple of things in my comments on the post where I mentioned the whole T.Stew does romance and man we're all scared deal, might as well flesh it out slightly. Right?

( Nothing says lovin' like a bright orange and black shiny firesuit. )