One of the funniest Wide World of Sports shows I ever saw was the one for the International Swamp Buggy championship, sometime in the 60's, I think, maybe the early 70's. Anybody from FL know if they still hold that race.

I the one noted, they were doing serious commentary about some guy who had been leading drowning out his buggy (if you've never seen a swamp buggy, it's a rail buggy with from 1-4 big hairy v8 engines, usually supercharged, with 4 5' tall tractor tires at the corners, which races in a canal around a closed course, or across the Everglades if yo so desire - think competition pulling tractor for the mud hole). This guy finally got his buggy fired back up, and just cut across the course and got back in front on the last lap and won the race. The commentators started wondering if he wasn't going to be disqualified, and asked the "local color guy" what the rule was. There was this moment of silence, and then the color guy says, "Rules? There ain't no rules in swamp buggy racing!". Note that this was at least 10 years before Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid was even a wet dream...