12 hours of dry
Posted by TFG on July 27th, 2007
That’s what we got, so I mowed the muddy-ass south 40. Even at the highest setting, I was cutting off more than I left behind.
Now, I’d kinda like to see some racing since I’m whipped, and of course, it’s raining in Indianapolis, so no truck racing. Instead, they’re showing a bunch of old stock-car clips. Which makes me wonder when stock car racing stopped requiring that manufacturers actually produce a certain number of cars that had the same specs as the ones raced by Petty, Allison, Earnhardt Sr., et al? I remember it happening, but damn if I can remember when.
Still, cool to see Mercury Cyclones, AMC Matadors, Plymouth Satellites, Ford Torinos and other cars that any random schmoe could buy if he could scrape up the jack. The new stuff is technologically fascinating, but seriously, who gives a whip about what mfr. wins a race anymore? Back then, there was something sweet about knowing if you hit a big score, you could go get the same Dodge Charger being driven 200mph on a racetrack down south somewhere.
July 28th, 2007 at 8:07 pm
There was a story a couple years back about a Plymouth Superbird that showed up at auction. It had originally been owned by a teenager who saved up a lot of money for it because he had been a big Richard Petty fan and Petty, who had briefly defected to Ford, came back to Plymouth specifically to drive the ‘Bird.
The kid, as kids will do, dented the car’s snout, and not knowing what to do, the local Mopar store being utterly clueless in these matters, he wrote Petty a letter asking his advice. Petty is supposed to have responded by sending a box of body parts, and the accompanying letter was included with the car at that auction.
July 28th, 2007 at 10:57 pm
What a cool story, and certainly easy enough to believe, no?
See, nobody’s gonna be doing that with a Monte Carlo, Focus, or Charger. And that’s sad. But life goes on…
July 31st, 2007 at 5:07 pm
I think it’d be cool to get a bunch of NASCAR or Formula 1 drivers together, assign them a bunch of Taurus (or Fusion, or Malibu, some kind of bland modern sedan) rentals, and watch them race ‘em around to see how they’d take it. “Stock” cars are nothing like the blah generic family cars we’re stuck with due to safety, emissions, and other Police State regulations.
The R Man