I wrote a little poem...
spare time + beers =
"Twas the night before Christmas, and all was so quiet,
The hills were so silent, not a reindeer in sight,
Till along came a skyline and made shit-loads of noise,
So much so, Santa dropped all his toys.
Children in bed, snuggled, warm and unheard,
Till the skyline popped flames down-shifting to third.
While the fat man struggled to pick up his gifts,
The GTR lost traction changing to 5th!"