Jus’ Curious….

…how an internet rag publisher, with whom I share the certainty that we must live in the present, can throw paint around the ‘ack’ towers he stomps around in.  My reading of our usual online indie high profile guy leads me to believe he’s drinking the trendy Kool Aid, currently.  AAFC and ADRA viability seems to go nowhere in the midrust hq building collecting advertisements from mighty important organizations, lately.  Not only can one not escape commentary on what happened last week, but what’s happening this week, what’s about to happen during the 2nd warm up run of whoever the Gerbil wants to profile this week…etc…yawn..(…and  notice Hernandez is getting nearly no coverage; punishment, I assume, for a recent DNQ..and this guy wears the livery from the major…soon to be ex-sponsor).  Yeah, man.  DOD can’t justify their champion’s car…and series…perpetually..and pizza won’t pay for it.  Bread and Circuses  don’t count as legit. “sanctioning body” promotions.  I’m cheap…but expect to buy a ticket…or write a column.  Something.

So, it seems the lack of respect many of us give givaway national events equals dissing progress, entirely… ‘scuse me…”change”.  Notice progress wasn’t actually the topic…No one in drag racing grew to love the sport by refusing to allow progress in….but to simply rewrite the entire sport, based on fad, fear and fallout from sponsors is unjustifiable.  Slowly, so we can all breathe in the words: if baseball eliminated basepath rules, set up arbitration at each road trip, gave away tickets to all fans, ordered peanuts out of the park…in short, paid no RESPECT to the game-Americans would revolt.  Those who would do likewise to the sport of drag racing don’t carry the juice to command the direction of things from a catbird seat in St. Louis…

Published in: on August 15, 2009 at 2:44 am  Leave a Comment  

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.

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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