Every year, around the anniversary of Dale Earnhardt's death, this dramatic billboard shows up around town.

He died in February 2001. Lots of things have happened since then.

Space shuttles have exploded. Mines have collapsed. Tsunamis and hurricanes have killed hundreds of thousands of people. The Middle East is virtually one giant landmine. Anthrax. Power outages. Suicide bombers. Pope John Paul II.

Fucking 9/11.

But every year, the asshats of Thornton Chevrolet expect us to remember the great works and outstanding life of this one amazing man, who commited vehicular suicide while playing dirty team tactics in his chosen pseudo-sport.

Thornton Chevrolet, and I hope like hell this pops up in every Google search from now through eternity, please choke on a bone and die.