The car pictured was winning races in 1990 and 1991. Those were formative years for Jeff so, enh, close enough.
I made Jeff and the Little Princess a cake for their birthdays. It was a disaster. Didn't let it cool enough before removing from the cake pan so it broke into 800 pieces. So many pieces. All the pieces. I was very disappointed so I ate
Called Jeff and offered to deliver the remains because I needed to get it out of the house. He agreed to terms and so I was able to share some tasty cake after all, on the condition that I will deliver a proper, not busted cake at some point in the next week or so. He doesn't care but I can't have people thinking I make/gift ugly desserts. That's just not the done thing.
See you out there.