We saw you, sir. You in your black Hummer, us leaning against a mighty Mt. Bachelor snow bank watching in embarrassed silence as you spent more than twenty minutes sending your majestic tank into semi-controlled spins - tires rotating ferociously like grounded jet turbines atop the recently fallen snow. You cared not for the safety of the other vehicles in the lot nor did you obey the newly instated cell phone law as you seemed to be on said phone for several of the 167 donuts you so courageously and high-octanely performed. You have a Hummer and that's all that really matters. But WTF, man?