No one looks more the fool than he who chases the clown...
Truer words have never left my lips. Last night I started digging into the Fall Out article. Meat, bone, substrata... as a loose concoction of ideas, I can tell it might just work. One thing that was fairly refreshing is that my notes were top notch - really high quality stuff. And I thought they'd just be for reference.
Now we must chase the clown - to change the subject briefly, these pre-election mud slinging ad campaigns are getting out of control. Just this morning I saw an ad featuring a militant Linda McMahon wearing a Richard Blumenthal is a Dum Dum tee shirt, spouting nonsense about jobs and what's right for Connecticut, with a Mussolini demeanor. In all my dealings with Bloomer I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt, that while he may be shrewd and may present a bit of used car salesman savvy, he is a Strong and Legit contender who Doesn't Suffer Fools.
Let that be a warning to Linda McMahon - while I don't believe she'll be fitted for cement shoes by Bloomer's contingent, there are fates worse than death. Failing in November in Connecticut is as lousy a fate as I've seen. To be relegated to Chasing Clowns around the WWE headquarters in Stamford will ensure Linda's future political failings.
Showing posts with label Hot Rod Fallout. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hot Rod Fallout. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Fallout - Old Cars, Voodoo
Let's do the time warp again...
You can't argue with good weather, and the turnout was fantastic. The night before I burned an axe handle for Good Luck, got some rest, and readied myself for hijinks. Everything turned out okay after all - other than, of course, the sunburn and the totally shot Sunday that followed.
The cars were amazing - no less than 500 high quality pre-1963 cars in attendance, plus a few non-conforms... I saw a sixty-something Le Mans that didn't make age but made it through the gate, a Ford GT-40 that could have been legit but was possibly (probably) a kit, and a hot death-tube Abortion mad-max something-or-other that only kinda made it through the gate. Strangely, there was a VW Rabbit convertable - which leads me to believe someone was snoozing at the gate because that thing had no business there...
But the real show was put on by all the twenty-something rockabilly style-goons and -goonettes. There was much re-translated 80's, 90's and 2000's versions of late 50's early 60's greaser style... See the Reni-faire reference from an earlier post.
As much as I'd like to dig into the meat here, I gotta save the Good Stuff for the pubs... more on that later.
You can't argue with good weather, and the turnout was fantastic. The night before I burned an axe handle for Good Luck, got some rest, and readied myself for hijinks. Everything turned out okay after all - other than, of course, the sunburn and the totally shot Sunday that followed.
The cars were amazing - no less than 500 high quality pre-1963 cars in attendance, plus a few non-conforms... I saw a sixty-something Le Mans that didn't make age but made it through the gate, a Ford GT-40 that could have been legit but was possibly (probably) a kit, and a hot death-tube Abortion mad-max something-or-other that only kinda made it through the gate. Strangely, there was a VW Rabbit convertable - which leads me to believe someone was snoozing at the gate because that thing had no business there...
But the real show was put on by all the twenty-something rockabilly style-goons and -goonettes. There was much re-translated 80's, 90's and 2000's versions of late 50's early 60's greaser style... See the Reni-faire reference from an earlier post.
As much as I'd like to dig into the meat here, I gotta save the Good Stuff for the pubs... more on that later.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Calm Before the Calm
"What, me worry?" - Alfred E. Newman
Okay, hear we go. Gearing up for the weekend. The mortgage is up, some say the chips are down - but hell, who am I to complain? This Saturday is the Hot Rod Fallout, which I will attempt to cover here, in some minor sense, and of course Elsewhere, for the Big payoff. Let's see how that works.
The supplies: Sony 2GB digital voice recorder, note pad, tiny pens, wherewithal, press credentials, cans of beer (why not?)... am I missing something?
Along with me will of course be Jenny, who will be on her own mission for the same result - pictures and the Big Payoff. Don't know about any of you clowns, but I'm ready to look at some cars!
Okay, hear we go. Gearing up for the weekend. The mortgage is up, some say the chips are down - but hell, who am I to complain? This Saturday is the Hot Rod Fallout, which I will attempt to cover here, in some minor sense, and of course Elsewhere, for the Big payoff. Let's see how that works.
The supplies: Sony 2GB digital voice recorder, note pad, tiny pens, wherewithal, press credentials, cans of beer (why not?)... am I missing something?
Along with me will of course be Jenny, who will be on her own mission for the same result - pictures and the Big Payoff. Don't know about any of you clowns, but I'm ready to look at some cars!
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