It seems every winter I end up talking about the lack of racing and how I can’t wait for the new season to start. This time, I stopped myself from another silly article about how boring it is without motorsports – unless of course this counts.
Being a football fan doesn’t help what with the Super Bowl and thus the season over for another seven months. Hey, didn’t Joe Willy look cool – brings back great memories.
Regardless, the NHRA drag racing season is upon us and all I can say is: Thank God!
A shot of ground-pounding nitro-burning behemoths burning rubber is just what the doctor ordered. The Winternationals from Pomona, California, start this Thursday and whether we agree with what the NHRA does and doesn’t do to screw up drag racing, it’s still nice to sit back and enjoy one of life’s pleasures.
Not having to be concerned about the news delving into another silly story such as toilet fishing at the Olympics – it appears Russians are troubled about just this problem (go here for the lunacy) – helps with the insanity.
Being inundated with what is the best Super Bowl commercial – by the way, they’re all lame, yes even the puppy ones – does nothing for my psyche unless I can entertain you while you watch my grey matter explode. These brain farts called commercials are not going to make me buy Budweiser, Coke or a Maserati Ghibli, whatever the heck that is. Advertising is truly dead.
Racing brings a bit of normalcy back to those of us who are motorsports folks. Miley Cyrus and Puppy Bowls don’t do it for me. Other than our new business, which excites the you-know-what out of me, drag racing does do it for me and now it’s time to light em’ up!
Daryle W. Hier