So, here’s some good news: I’m out of the hospital and unlikely to die any time soon.
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Month: July 2013 (page 1 of 2)
Well, I suppose that “date” is a strong word. After all, Miss Corn is in a committed relationship, and that’s always a deal-br… *cough* a deal-break *hack* a deal-breaker *raucous laughter*…
It’s been a hectic four days, to put it mildly. Here’s what’s coming from the frankly epic trip that my brother and I took to Utah:
To warm up for our awesome 450SLC race experience, brother Mark and I flew to Utah yesterday and attended Ford’s Boss Track Attack school today. I drove a black 302, he drove a yellow one, all sorts of fun was had. I’m proud to note that he was blindingly faster than every other student on track. We had so much fun that I think we’ll be writing in detail about it — you’ll be able to find my article in R&T soon, while Mark will be throwing up a story and photos at TTAC.
Great day, and if Mark can run the SLC as well as he ran the Boss we should have a solid race.
Sure, it looks like just a plain old 450SLC… but in 45 days it will be a completely caged and prepped race car, and I’ll be racing it at MSR Houston. And for the first time, I’ll have my brother as an enduro co-driver.
Those of you who are kind enough to read me in Road&Track, or even subscribe, (hint hint! Please subscribe! We need the five bucks!) should be aware that I’ll be continuing to contribute to the magazine and the website in the months to come.
One of my first reviews from Malaysia can be found here. The Peugeot 508GT wagon captured my affections during the time we spent together. If they’d bring it here, it would make a great way to drag my kid around. Check it out.
Everybody open up your secular bible to the The Book Of Liz and sing along:
It’s nice / to be liked / but it’s better by far to get paid
And most my memories
Have escaped me
Or confused themselves with dreams
I wonder what John will remember about the day he met the angry face car. If he’ll remember anything at all.
I’ve been struggling lately trying to re-wrap my mind around the somewhat-infamous “small-souled” passage in Godel, Escher, Bach. I’ll have more to say on this in future (much more, trust me), but the the central idea discussed by the author, Douglas Hofstadter, is that we cannot help but value some “souls” more than others, and that the reasons for doing so are more complex than we can easily understand or accept.
But if you want an example of how we, as humans, easily and naturally venerate some “souls”, even if they are not human, and consign others to hell’s dustbin, then look no further than this week’s news, a fallen tree, and a crumpled Boeing.
Ugh, frustration. I’m in the middle of an 810-mile round trip to Summit Point Raceway and my brand-new (well, not BRAND NEW, we’ll get to that in a moment) right rear Hoosier race tire developed a hideous bulge after something like twelve laps.
Not that Boxxy (yes, I recently renamed one of my Porsches after her) was having a great weekend anyway. It’s suffering from the typical Boxster 1.3g left-hand cut-out at the bottom of Summit Main’s big downhill. The exhaust leak is clearly robbing power: Boxxy can’t quite hit 130mph on the long front straight. The good news: I swapped the brake discs on Friday afternoon and they’re fine.
Now for the depressing math.
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