Other than to justify the feeble tie-in with a popular mainstream movie, we've no idea why the babes are clad in faux-NASCAR gear. Neither do they. Creatively, a string of scripted one-liners ("all revved up," "race me to the finish line," ad nauseum) are all but running on empty.

The couch-bound encounters don't fare much better, but a pit stop at the pump clearly trumps dialogue. Essentially the vid belongs to Gianna and Oso. Big natural hooters are pit against an inclination for anal interaction. (Tedeschi fondles the former; St. Croix burrows into the latter.)

Wood is an excellent cinematographer under different conditions, but he's out of gas with this quickie.

Retailing: And the winner is – covergirl Gianna's funbags!