Here's a picture of his race car. New spoilers, no sponsor decals yet.
I haven't been to the races in YEARS. There's something about the smell of methanol. 800 hp pushing 1500 pounds of car. World of Outlaws. Only the best ride four abreast. Knoxville Nationals. It's a thing.
Most people just wouldn't understand. Especially people here.
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Obviously you are not cosmopolitan enough. Don't you know people can get HURT doing that? And the pollution! And don't they play the National Anthem at those things and people actually stand for it? How very gauche.
Went to midget races once. Mud flinging up into the stands. I loved it.
(Thanks for blogging so much. Now I don't have to.)
I stand at sporting events, put my right hand over my heart, and happily sing the National Anthem. I do refuse to do that "God Bless America in the seventh inning post-9/11" shit. I even sing "O Canada" when I go to hockey games.
You should check out the Outlaws at Silver Dollar in Chico in September. Or any sprint show at Chico. (don't know if that's close to you?) Sprint cars gettin' sideways. OH, MAN.
The great thing about the dirt track circuit is that you can buy a pit pass and get up close and personal with the drivers, crews and cars.
And people who refuse to do things because they are afraid they might get hurt are lame. Lap dogs. Candy-asses.
Chico's about a three hour drive. I got relatives in the cemetary.
What do I know from California? It's HUGE? Where I come from, 20 blocks is far away.
Sprint car races in Pennsylvania. Check.
Indianapolis 500. Check.
And now this past weekend, the Formula 1 Grand Prix in Montreal.
I think I understand.
Never done the Formula 1 thing, alas.
My favorite PA driver is Ed Lynch, Jr., mainly because he's a really nice guy, oh all right, he is so ridiculously handsome that you expect to see a little gleam and hear a *ting* whenever he smiles.
Went to Indy in '94, sat on the infield short stretch between T3 and T4. That was the year Fittipaldi and Little Al were running those controversial, scary new Mercedes motors, and you could hear them coming from half a lap away because they sounded like jets. Emmo led for what seemed like the whole race and then got into the wall practically in front of us with something like 4 laps to go, and Little Al went on to win it.
Good times.
Bet my five readers had NO idea.
I believe I sat next to you! :)
Well, DUH, BTDT! Of course you did.
I'm a little thick these days. Brain not functioning.
If I recall correctly, you may have also been sitting next to me when we drove into that abandoned drive-in theatre in York, PA, just so we could take pictures of a certain IROC-Z in waist-high weeds. I remember Sheryl Crow's "All I Wanna Do" was on the radio constantly.
Good times.
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