Silly Season Summary Pt. 1

…most of my daily musings last month surrounded the deteriorata in cash-strapped connivance structured for a real estate pyramid scam that promised endless advance money.  I toldya, I toldya, I toldya.  I toldya all last year…on blogspot…on here.  Links  fell away from folks who simply didn’t want to hear it.  Cabash; and every closed door finds another open.

I wrote about Hot Rod Fullers’ falling away…and am pleased to see he may have a fall back plan.  The single most annoying occurance this past month was the de facto ban on match racing by contemporary fuelers.  The ludicrous market conditions for such possible exhibitions notwithstanding, the option for the next Force…or the ever current octogenarian Chris Karamesines needed to be in place.  The four event rule placed everyone on the Glendora Gormet circuit off the menu.  The Internationalists, on the other hand…well, a Fuller vs. Karamesines series of final rounds could still happen if the Ohio offices survive the chill of insurance liability brought about by two seperate ‘monster’ motordeaths.  Really, tho…circus riders have replaced circuit riders in the top ranks.

My silly season-specific side project…always done…um…TODAY!…did speculate around how we could restructure to make the business closer to the original sport that the likes of Tice, Moe, Carrier, Badar and our late, lamented and sorely needed at this time….Wally Parks envisioned.  No matter how commercial or organized into predictible eliminators you’d want to participate or peer out at through affordable grandstand viewing, we can all agree the sprints are losing so much of their history to be rapidly unrecognizable to those of us lucky enough to have hob nob’d with the founders.  I would, again, throw baseball out as an example of a pro sport which could culturally support amateur grassroots participation while keeping the whole deal digestible and identifiable.

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Silly Season Gym Rat

…I took January to do a ‘go back’ on a 15 year long stompin’ of my foot. I once promised myself-tho’ my brainpan might not be able to go a day without thinkin’ ’bout the state of drag racing, I wouldn’t succumb to the temptation to make it a daily journal topic. I’d write bad haikus, letters to hopelessly out-of-reach girlfriends, do that streamofconciousnesswithoutgrammerorsyntax stuff they tell you to do in Creative Writing 101…
I caved. Shucks, Ma’m..if I’d put a sliver of effort into my old Nitronic Research meandering I was capable of, I’d have been thrown the dubious ‘editor’ liable..um..label before Wrenchski. Thing is, Wrenchski neeeeeded it.
Anyways..I can, as it turns out, spew a couple hundred words a day on this sport without choking. I did it off site…and this shootin’ a hundred baskets a day was a great way to run my thoughts out on a fairly pandering sideshow hosting site. I have no interest in picking up a dollar a day to do this- bailing after two weeks gives me an uninterrupted record of having taken ZERO dollars for drag racing hardcore fandom. Comps, notwithstanding…
Turns out I like throwing virtual marshmellows at the blowhards of this industry on a frequent basis…thus my return to regular comments here in open sourced nirvana…

Published in: on February 2, 2009 at 12:37 am  Comments (1)  
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