They’re Tough! They’re Tight!

I’ve got questions here.

• If the car is remote controlled, why doesn’t one of the pit guys just sit behind the wheel? Why pluck a spotted youth who happens to be gawking at the contraption?
  
• Who identifies someone by the pants they’re wearing? I mean, outside of people in Lee advertisements.
  
• Frankly, I’m appalled at the engineering team behind this vehicle. If the control system in the car couldn’t last ten laps without having trouble, why risk the life of someone…oh, I see what they’re doing; saving their own skins from their shoddy workmanship!
  
• Is this the least enthusiastic race announcer ever? Signs point to yes. “The winner! Some kid. Yawn.”
  
• I’m not homophobic, but isn’t the slow zoom in on Jim’s ass in the final panels with that pedo-tastically charged dialogue a bit much in an ad for “grown-up pants?”