Gentleman, start your credit cards. 2/16

Time for another racing season. All eyes are focused on Daytona, Florida. The good olde boys are all gathered together for the big show. New cars, new sugar plum daddies (corp. advertisers) even Toyota is trying it’s hand at keeping up with Detroit’s wizz kids. The organization is called NASCAR. It’s really got it’s act together and many think that it should be running things in Iraq for the thing would be over in a week or after 250 laps.

The races are truly America’s sport. Why? It’s all business and it’s all controlled. Step out of line and you are shot. Type expanding on their rules and you are shot. No court of appeals just step on the gallows.

As to the race itself… it all start when some dolly finishes the anthem, half the air force flies over and the good Reverend Feelgood proclaims "It ain’t no sin to goa racin' on the Sabbath, amen". Then Gommer Pile grabs the mike and says, "Gentlemen start you money machines." The word gentlemen’s are used loosely. It’s also a fact that ladies are forbidden to race in America, only with grocery carts.

The cars themselves have more sponcer decals that I have hairs you know where. Every consumable product produced in this county and on the moon are plasted on all the cars. Then if you are not a NASCAR sponcer forking over $550 zillion, your product isn’t sold at any of their tracks and is taken off all Winn-Dixie stores. Plus, your sale contract with Wal-Mart is history as well, it’s the good olde boy connection.

As to the race… it’s fixed just like games in the NBA, you can make book in it. Vegas has and they have a line on it all plus Vegas is one of NASCAR "better" PIT stops. All is fair in love and auto racing. However all must bow down to France, the family that is. My money is on the M&M car, love that chocolate.

Today's thought, "If you play with something to hard,
it will break...including toys, cars, and people."