....we sought out a chariot with which we shall ride into history.....

We are Men, We must race!

...and so it began. A quest to prove our mettle.

Our Credo:

Drawn together by our hatred of understeering; wrong wheel drive wussy machines, Panzer Racing emerged. 

To fill its ranks, an initiation was established:

  First- Each man had to sample the motor oil of our German built Track Tank. Some said it was crazy to suck on the dipstick of a car, and they were shunned by we Men.

  Next, each man had to clean our racing beast to a high polish using only his chest hair. No chest hair? No race!

  Lastly to prove he was a heartless son of a gun,  each candidate had to face his bretheren and listen to the entire Titanic theme song without shedding a tear. If the slightest bit of moisture  was observed, that man had a heart and was not Panzer Racing material.

  We men, whom some would call insane,(others refer to as simply stupid) have formed a race team of the the most steel-hearted, finest specimins of badass Tank Racers known this side of the former Soviet block. You will know us when you see the fearsome turrett atop our chunk of E30 iron. Fear us, we are Panzer Racing!