Your wish is my command Whitey!
I beseach thee oh mighty Commer,
By the powers invested in you,
Bring storm and flood and pestilence upon this ungodly place La Sarthe,
To make this a wet race. (ps a shower of toads would be nice too, but no need for the boils again this year thanks),
In the name of all things Chrysler,
Shine the light commercial vehicle perpetual,
Hallowed be thy name,
The father, the son and the holy gearbox.
Amen.
I take it that was what you wanted Whitey. Or have I misunderstood again?
