My pal mentioned, just in passing, that there were figure-8 trailer races.
I said, “No way. Get real. Quit yanking my chain. Doesn’t happen.”
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He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
IÂ CELEBRATEÂ myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
Gerard Van der Leun
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That’s nothing. Lynd, WA – Combine Demolition Derby
https://lindwa.com/Lind%27s%20Weekend.html
https://www.seattlepi.com/seattlenews/slideshow/Combine-Demolition-Derby-in-Eastern-Washington-87906.php
https://www.facebook.com/groups/lindcombinedemolitionderby
A-a-a-a-aaaand . . . in his grave Chris Economaki breaks out in an enormous beatific grin.
I know some Northern Michigan areas where this would draw crowds each and every weekend. My 1968 Fan trailer would be a great tow for such an event. Heck, I’d even donate it to such a good cause. Hilarious!
No wonder I can’t find a reasonably priced old trailer to restore – their all at this place getting tore up.
I went to plenty of crazy 8 races at Ascot in LA and there was none of that stopping at the X stuff cause the guy behind you would push you on through.
That was surprisingly palate cleansing!
“Beavis, was that not the greatest video every in the history of all videos?”
Early Spring 2019 pulling my little 20 footer leaving Laughlin NV too late, got to the Tehachapi Pass headed West at dusk. Snowing, traffic, first one accident, car slid of the road in front of me. Asked the wife if we should pull over for the night. No, it will be worse in the morning. Then an 18 wheeler winds up in the ditch in front of us but with luck didn’t even slow us down. Still climbing. Two more cars sliding around and collided but slid out of the way before we hit them. Doing about 30MPH now. Approaching the top, dreading the other side. Then I noticed the East bound lines were shut down. No traffic but a few police cars driving beside each other clearing traffic. Behind me, way back a mile or more I can see the red and blue lights. Too late we are over the top and headed down, I’m in 4WD high not using my brakes at all but barely going 30. Most of the traffic is in front of us, just a few behind and every now and then the red and blue lights way back there but getting closer. Left turns, right turns, slippery, a little sliding here and there but can’t really slow just keep the wheels barely powered. Every now and then with a little straight away I would use the trailer brakes to slow more while watching the rear view mirror to make sure it stayed straight. More turns still maintaining speed. cars off the road, another truck too, but I can see the lights of Bakersfield (I think). Tighter turns, slowing as much as I can with my trailer brakes on straight aways. The police cars are closer now, not sure if they would make me pull over or just follow me down. Traffic now kinda slowing but the worst is past. The snow turns to rain. The road is still slick but we made it. Found an off ramp in East Bakersfield and a Mexican Restaurant I can’t pronounce or spell but the food was good. Thought I was in a demolition derby for awhile.
F**kin’ Merica.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KnAzpi4avo
I was at Walmart when the apocalypse came … and I became their king!
America. Because we can.
Well that sort of makes up for no Indianapolis 500 this weekend. 😆
A couple of thoughts:
1) I really hope that was the last race of the night. I cringe at the thought of cleaning the debris left behind off the track for the 100 lap main that closed the day’s schedule.
2) I see your trailer racing and raise you, School Bus Racing, at the same track: https://youtu.be/CqtWb67AmWU
That was beautiful.
For those on a budget, Barbie Jeep Racing offers its own unique challenges:
https://youtu.be/Bwn8fxEudyU