The girlfriend and I took the VFR for a ride on Sunday and we stopped in a bar for dinner. What's on the TV, NASCAR! Who cares, everyone but me. Watching the bar's patrons was like watching my cat gazing at a fish behind glass (eyes staring without comprehention) only much more disturbing. I felt like standing up and singing, I want my...I want my...I want my MotoGP. Of course, that wouldn't have done any good, since Estoril was on delay. But, the urge was nearly overpowering; sometimes my exibitionism need nearly gets the best of me.
Somebody please tell me, what's so interesting about watching cars go around in circles? Even thought AMA roadracing has deteriorated to a side show, it's still more fun to watch than NASCAR.
I have a dream (actually, several....some I only share with my shrink; he's sworn to secrecy). Someday, motorcycle roadracing will be the big ticket, and Bubba and Earl will never-again be seen on TV.
And, by the way...Hey, what y'all think 'bout King Kenny comin' in last? Ya figure he's 'bout had it, er what?