One of the major topics of last weekend's shindig up at Coonce's was how the corporate nature of major-league motor racing has murdered the spirit that made it so goddamn badass from its inception at the turn of the last century until around 1983 or so. Fights in the pits. Match-racing as drug-distribution network. Hoonage on and off the track. Two-fisted, bare-knuckled adventurers on a quest for speed, sometimes both of the physical and chemical types. Bumbeck elaborates on the current state of lameness. Click through.
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