When you're hardcore... ...you know you're hardcore. The Hoff and I went out for a nice little drive today in my Fiero. We happened across a serene little patch of ashphalt in the middle of the forest. I stopped the car looked over at The Hoff. I made a serious face and said, "Yo Hoff, get out." The Hoff looked all surprised and shocked, and he's all like, "What's the deal Cor? You just gonna leave out there in the forest all alone with my video camera?" I smile at The Hoff and say, "Hoff, my brother, I've got a little red light running to do." The Hoff, scrunched up his face as if to say "Huh?". I pointed to the side of the road. "Dude, you just go get your leather-jacketed ass out there and get ready to document the most fierawsomest burnout this world has ever known. You just point that video camera at me and when I see that red light come on, ol' Corey Hart is gonna go." The Hoff went outside and, well, the rest is, as I say, history. The Hoff captured arguably my most triumphant red-light-running Fiero burnout of all time. I invented the red light on video cameras.

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