Basically, almost four black flags per car. Something more than three an hour. Given that I'm sure some teams didn't get any, there's a lot of bonehead driving, contact, and off-course excursions happening.
Still, it's nice to see another golden age of Alfa Romeo's developing in front of our eyes.
@Van Sarockin, rogue trebuchet: On the first day, I was the guy in charge of telling the penalty box who had been black-flagged. It was pretty brutal. Even if you don't count the dozens of black flags that were given for transponder problems or mechanical issues (one of the corner workers was pretty freaked out when he saw the Caddy's brake discs glowing red) there was a lot of boneheaded driving. Too much contact, too much passing under yellow, too much spinning and going off track. It was annoying.
Then, on the second day, I got to race. After ten laps, I became shrouded in the Red Mist, overcooked Turn 14 and slid the car into the dirt. After that, it was a little harder to get so indignant about other drivers making bad decisions.
I also think we'll see more SUVs in 2010. I used to work at the Linden assembly plant where they built the S-10 chassis SUVs. I test drove a few 2 door blazers and with the 4.3 they were damn quick; a few even came with 5 speeds. Lower the suspension and shed a few hundred pounds of superfluousness and you'd have an interesting contender.
I think the dearth of Detroit iron was due to the location of the race. Everyone knows the BBQ-eatin', moonshine-swillin', Southern Discomfort will be packing some good ole American muscle*. The California races, though, tend to bring out more imports from the tooty-fruity left-coasters.
@Murilee Martin: no worries, i figured it was just a typo. thought i'd let you know
on the other hand... i thought that it might be one more quirk to the LeMons series... much like cars... have the season be named for the next year rather than the year it's available in...??
Edited by günter macbeetle, codename: chrystlubitshi at 11/28/09 11:47 AM
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Wow, the latest bulletin is that his wife scratched up his face, he fled the house, and she followed him with a golf club and smashed the Caddy-- the car, not the golfing assistant, but I think a 'Lade is what, a par 5?-- as he tried to drive away--he thought the car had crashed into something, got distracted, looked back and hit the hydrant and tree. And yes, it was allegedly because he was cheating, as some speculated here.
@lilwillie: They say: "alcohol wasn't a factor" in the sense of: "considering his wife was chasing him out of the driveway with a 9-iron at 2:25 in the morning, there's a pretty good chance he would've crashed into something anyway, even if he wasn't drunk at the time."
OMG. Hopefully this doesn't mean he is going to get a whole bunch of facial plastic surgery like MJ, and start impersonating The Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz in all his PGA appearances for 2010.
Here's the lesson, boys and girls:
Even if you are a retired hit man for the Mob, driving a Caddy in Florida may be dangerous for your health. More so if you insist on texting your order for a late night six pack of sliders to the local Gut Bomb while behind the wheel. Sure, they make great ballast after some drinks with friends, but you will need all your concentration just to wrestle with the steering wheel of that blinged out Escalade and keep it between the curbs. You may feel invulnerable sitting way up high in that metal cocoon. But every hydrant on your way home has been waiting for just this chance. And there is nothing that they would rather do, than rip great gaping tears in that Caddy's soft, smooth sheet metal, and throw you and your smugness right through the glass of your front windshield.
06:45 PM
But you have to love those two ancient MoPars--
For some reason it reminds of this:
Two MoPars, both alike in dignity,
In fair NoCal we lay our scene
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny--
Our two hours traffic on the stage.
Wait.
This might be a tale told by an idiot!
01:28 PM
Still, it's nice to see another golden age of Alfa Romeo's developing in front of our eyes.
04:23 PM
Then, on the second day, I got to race. After ten laps, I became shrouded in the Red Mist, overcooked Turn 14 and slid the car into the dirt. After that, it was a little harder to get so indignant about other drivers making bad decisions.
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I think the dearth of Detroit iron was due to the location of the race. Everyone knows the BBQ-eatin', moonshine-swillin', Southern Discomfort will be packing some good ole American muscle*. The California races, though, tend to bring out more imports from the tooty-fruity left-coasters.
*Except for me, I'll be driving a Volvo.
02:18 PM
I fear there will be a rather sub-par field of racers at the Blagojevich 500. You'd think salt was free the way they throw it everywhere.
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on the other hand... i thought that it might be one more quirk to the LeMons series... much like cars... have the season be named for the next year rather than the year it's available in...??
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08:55 AM
Back to you in the studio, Stud Beefpile.
09:43 AM
Maybe this is just the setup for Elin's new book about working on your backswing?
10:17 AM
02:37 AM
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11/27/09
at 2:25 am....
pissed off at the wife.....drunk(I know they said it wasn't a factor) .....high....or texting.
Take your picks, boys.
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07:05 AM
400 yds with the 1 Wood, wife put the smack down on him
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11/27/09
What luck that she had a golf club!
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11/27/09
You're doing it wrong, Tiger. Your caddy is supposed to drive the Caddy.
10:21 AM
11/27/09
11/27/09
Here's the lesson, boys and girls:
Even if you are a retired hit man for the Mob, driving a Caddy in Florida may be dangerous for your health. More so if you insist on texting your order for a late night six pack of sliders to the local Gut Bomb while behind the wheel. Sure, they make great ballast after some drinks with friends, but you will need all your concentration just to wrestle with the steering wheel of that blinged out Escalade and keep it between the curbs. You may feel invulnerable sitting way up high in that metal cocoon. But every hydrant on your way home has been waiting for just this chance. And there is nothing that they would rather do, than rip great gaping tears in that Caddy's soft, smooth sheet metal, and throw you and your smugness right through the glass of your front windshield.
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