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No Fenders Head Scribe Tomaso posing alongside
Jimmy Clark's 1964 Lotus at IMS Museum, Circa 2012. (The Tomaso Collection)
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Or should I-T be Immortality? Insanity? Uhm, Hang
on a moment, Insomnia; Yeah, that's thou Ticket! As Geddy Lee once famously
crooned:
"We're only Immortal for a limited Time!"
VIDEO: Dreamline
Today at 11:37AM, Ten FREAKIN' years ago, This
'lil BLOB' went viral for the very first time and has been Chug-Chug-Chuggin'
along ever since. As what's that 'lil song 'bout Little Toot? Aye Karumba!
As it was simply Karma causing Mwah to launch
on that Oh So Farcical Day of 9/11, for which I'll need to once again go into
total "Blackout" Mode, NOT to
be Cornfuzed with Blackwater! since I do NOT wish to hear any 'lil Dribble over
the "Heroes" of today; BARF!
As the waves crash in
On the western shore
The wind blows fierce from the east
Wave tops torn into flying spindrift
As the waves crash in
On the western shore
It makes me feel uneasy
The spray that's torn away
to answer you Is an image of the way I feel
What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words
When you talk that way?
As sun goes down
On the western shore
The wind blows hard from the east
It whips the sand into a flying spindrift
On the western shore
The wind blows fierce from the east
Wave tops torn into flying spindrift
As the waves crash in
On the western shore
It makes me feel uneasy
The spray that's torn away
to answer you Is an image of the way I feel
What am I supposed to say?
Where are the words
When you talk that way?
As sun goes down
On the western shore
The wind blows hard from the east
It whips the sand into a flying spindrift
VIDEO: Spindrift
RUSh: Spindrift
Snakes and Arrows, 2007
Music: Alex Lifeson and Geddy Lee
Lyrics by Neil Peart
As I used to enjoy pretending that 'lil Sid
Viddle, nee Sebastian Vettel, whom became my Numero Uno Formula 1 driver in Twenty-oh-Eight, was the first ever story posted, which isn't
exactly true according to the website's time-stamp, but did occur on that
fateful day of Sept 11th when No Fenders was launched!
Since I Dumped
Vettel after his infamous "Multi 21" affair! And am currently
supporting Valtteri Bottas instead as my Numero Uno F1 driver...
As Christian Klien, remember him? Actually
beat future Red Bull Racing F1 Pilote' Vettel to the punch by 53mins, albeit
Deeter Majestik' got the last laugh on Mr. Klien! As apparently this was prior
to Dr. Helmut Marco regulating the Bath Water's temperature controls...
With last year's
Birthday Salutations' post definitely having way more "Meat on the
Bone" in regards to the first ever post, now having surpassed 3,400 Posts
in ten years time; SHEISA!
As why does this
make me think of some 'lil 'Ol Hamburger Chain's motto for Umpteen Million
Served, eh? As that's K as in Crocodile!
VIDEO: Boom like That
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| Impromptu photograph with "Mrs. Blue Dress" at the 2011 Indy 500 Victory Banquet outside the J.D. Marriott hotel. (The Tomaso Collection) |
CELEBRITIES
Probably forgetting somebody here, and not in
order, other than I suppose ladies first, eh? Nor trying to Name Drop, but I've
had the pleasure? Err, privilege of meeting Diva Dan-Dan-Daniker', (Danica
Patrick) BIA', (Ana Beatriz) "Symona-Symona" (Simona de Silvestro)
and Crash Gladys.
Without doubt, my Numero Uno Celeb' I've met
was El Zorro', aka Alex Zanardi! Along with Davey Hamilton, Robin Miller,
"JMV," (John Michael Vincent) Buddy Lazier, "Uncle Bobby,"
(Bobby Unser) Donald Davidson, Curty Cavin, Darren "Dangermouse"
Manning and the late Dr. Who, nee Tim Wardrop to name just a few.
Along with supposedly having 'lil Napoleon,
aka TG, nee Tony George run into me in Gasoline Alley! Hey Tony, can't Yuhs SEE
I'm Blind; Hooah!
whilst I won't even attempt naming A-L-L of
the great IndyCar Drivers I've mingled briefly with during multiple Mother
Speedway Legends Day outings, Carb Day Meet 'N Greets along the Pitlane catch
fencing or other Driver Autograph sessions...
MEMORIES...
How can one adequately sum-up, or type up ten
years of their life? Or ten years of Blogging, for which A-L-L I can say, sure
doesn't pay much! As I won't try recapping year-by-year's major outings, which
I've done for my past No Fenders Birthday Salutations.
Although thankfully, the zillions 'O words,
with some speeled faux-Netically; Hya! (Hey, Y'all try being a
One Armed Blind Vurd Botcherer...)All reside upon Thy
Confuzer's Hard drive, instead of hundreds of pages 'O paper bundled in
Nofendersville!
As just some of the countless Highlights that
come to mind include: Riding Shotgun'
aboard the Synden Racing 2X Seater, attending my inaugural Indy 500 - along
with being granted a Media Credential as a Blind Word Butcher! Another Media
Credential granted for the following year's MotoGP race at Mother Speedway.
Numerous trips to the B-I-G' ISLAND, Arizona, gawking repeatedly at thee Penske
Racing Museum. A Most Excellante Day at McLaren Scottsdale and riding the
Richard Petty Two-seater at PIR!
Then there's the numerous trips to Austin for
both the USGP and MotoGP events at the wonderful Circuit Of The Americas venue.
Roadtrips to Sonoma and Edmonton for IndyCar races, not to mention a multitude
'O wondrous Camping Trips in Washington and Oregon spring to mind, along with
multiple treks Up North Eh! To Oh KanaDuh, nee Vancouver, BC...
MUSIC
Although not originally intended to mimic
Thou Freaks', nonetheless, music's been a vital part of life in general, and
thus, the trio of Speed Freaks who've become my Sunday Night tradition for
nearly a decade now, having started by accidently finding them in Thou Desert
late one night when scrolling Thy 'lil portable AM/FM Cassette radio's dial for
some entertainment. Has prodded me into including music onto the BLOB', as Thy
late Awntie Harriet christened I-T many moons ago.
As Silly Me!
Buying an Aeroplane ticket to Arizona prior to tickets going on sale, thinking
that Champ Cars would really race around the Downtown Streets of Phoenix, AZ,
like Formula 1 did briefly; Chirp-Chirp, Bueller?
While the Official Band of No Fenders for
nearly it's entirety has been those Hosers from Up North Eh! Simply known as
Kuhnaidiun Crunch, or the Power Trio, aka RUSh!
Having witnessed the band perform nearly
20-times over the decades in four states, I NO longer feel the need to see 'em
again, especially since I think Geddy's worn out his Pipes!
As it seemed
appropriate to witness RUSh one final time where I-T all began at the
Coliseum, once home of the mighty
Seattle Supersonics...
(Photos Courtesy of No Fenders ‘Offical
Photographer ‘CARPETS)
