There's something beautiful in being in a race, and having some mouthy American (although this adjective is probably unnecessary! You could probably guess that) prick leading the race and taunting everyone "DO YOU NEED HELP DRIVING, PURPLE?" etc. etc. and then turning one's car around, slamming him head on at the last bend and pinning him to the wall, and having him scream obscenities at you as everyone else drives past, laughing and honking.

I'm not sure if "You smurfing smurfer I'll smurfing find you and smurfing...KILL ALL OF YOU!" is as good as "PsychoticWalrus, I'm going to rape your mum!" but hey, nothing is.