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No Fenders Doggytrain' at
Heceta Head Beach near Florence, Oregon. Tacoma Bureau Chief Mary Ellen
with Doggies' on leash and is pulling Tomaso via his white cane. Thy esteemed
Mad Molly is leading the pack on the right. Then thou Pixolator, (Pixie) Mary
Ellen and No Fenders Head Scribe Tomaso as the Caboose. (The Tomaso Collection)
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As Y'all have probably noticed how I cannot S-E-E
what I'm typing away Madly on Thy Blog, anymores', Eh? And where's Good 'Ol
Jeff Olsen when Yuhs need him...
Funny how I feel like I'm perpetually scurryin'
to poond out another riveting BLOB' Story for Y'all, as Thy late Awntie'
Harriet christened Thy No Fenders Blog a Zillion years ago...
Since although she had Dementia and I often
tired of her asking me repeatedly over whatever (racing) T-Shirt I was wearing
said? Thou Joke's now upon Mwah, since I can N-O longer See what I'm wearing;
But I Digress...
Thus, it's been another typical Mad Scramble
to Poond Out more "Award Winning" No Fenders Blog Stories for Yuhs,
my Dedicated Readers, All 3 of Yuhs, Whoever you are? Hya!
Over the past few weeks in order to take a
much Deserved Break away from thou Keyboard, and Carve out some "Personal
Time." Especially whenever I get the chance to "Hang Out" with
Tacoma Bureau Chief Mary Ellen and her trusty lap Hoond Thy Pixolator, NO
Speelchequor! I said Pixolator, Not Purolator! Who's now fondly known here in
Nofendersville as Pixie-the-Wonderdog; WUF-WUF!
Henceforth, something had to give, for which
I gladly planned originally upon sacrificing thou Long Beach Grand Prix IndyCar
race, after having taken my first Train-ride in a Million Moons', in what
surely will sound silly to Yuhs, to S-E-E as a Blind-person, who's vision is Definitely
worse, could I still manage riding the train Solo?
Thus I took said Amtrak train Northwards from
Eugene, Oregon, Thee always late Coast Starlight "express" from Sunny
La-La Land. After being Chauffeured by those fine Florencian's F1 Spotter Jeannie
& "Yosemite" John to the
Train Station. Up to Vancouver, WA.
Presumably passing somewheres nearby Portland
International Raceway? As I know for certain we crept along some waterway,
creep-creep-creeping into Portland's Train Station that I used to visit yearly
for my Chump Carz outings.
As our train was so G-DAMN' late, approx 1hr
45mins? since Freight-trains get rail priority! Katarina', who was waiting to
collect Mwah, rang me up and said where are Yuhs? Ok, I'll take the Hoonds for
a walkabout.
And we had an enjoyable few Nights stay, with
Mary Ellen and her "Navigator," thou aforementioned Pixie joining us later
on, before transporting said No Fenders Scribe "Back Home" Again, to
Thee Utter' Florence.
With our ETA originally slated to be Justin-time
to catch the Sunday evening's Encore Presentation of the Chinese Grand Prix, Thee
Bloody 1,000th Formula 1 race. As let
that set in a moment, Y'all!
Yet Thanxs to our typically inclement
weather, we made a Beeline for Florence via the good 'Ol I-5
"super-Slab" instead, thus arriving late Saturday evening.
Per Tipicali', where has the Time Gone? As
it's Hard to believe it's already thou Month 'O May! Otay, it's just round thou
corner, but... Presumably you'll be expectin' lotso riveting No Fenders stories
from Mwah revolving round some 'lil 'Ol Oval-track race at Mother Speedway, El
Correctomundo?
Yet even when on
supposed Holiday, I cannot refrain from squeezing in some more Open Wheel
Racing...
As it's funny how we've gone from another arduous
IndyCar Nine months Off-season to how many weeks in-a-row 'O Non-stop Racing
Action. With Indy Cars and Formula 1 conveniently leapfroggin' each other
weekly, in order to go six weeks straight before the Easter Bunny Screws
everythingy Up; Hya!
And Thanxs solely to Mary Ellen, I got to
have the Best of Both Worlds Sunday. Having taken Mwah for A Beach Walkabout',
Thy first time this year, on nearby Heceta! Hey, when you're Blind, it's Kinda
Hard to go to the Beach solo, Ci! NO Tomaso, It's Over Thar; Hya!
Before Returning home Justin-time' to take thou
Boots off, Deposit 'em out on back patio, scurry inside to find Thee Bloody TV
Remote - And turn Telie' on to hear Leigh Diffey say as Cars begin to roll... So
I got to listen to whole Bloody Long Beach race with Rossi stampin' his Racing Boots
on Everyone!
"These Boots are Made for Walking!"
Thus I really cannot say that Thee Long Beach
Grand Prix was that exciting, although I was quite happy with Alexander Rossi's
TKO! Or is that Take No Prisoners? As I'm still Rootin' for him to win his
first IndyCar Championship. And the Indy Cars race was far more compelling than
that Bloody F1 Shanghai Snoozefest!
, While I must say I was quite exuberant over
Taku-San', nee Takuma Sato putting a Beatdown upon the entire IndyCar field at
Thee Bootyful' Barbers!
And Obviously Charles leclerc, or as F1
Grizzled Journo' Joe Sawards says they've taken to calling "chuck LuhCluck;"
since the Monegasque is now pronouncing
the silent C on the end of his name; But I Digress...
Monsieur Leclerc was simply the revelation of
the Bahrain Grand Prix, and hopefully will continue serving notice of his
impending arrival at the front of the Formula 1 Grid!
As I think it'll be quite Delectable if the
junior No. 2 Ferrari Pilote' usurps 'lil Sid viddle', aka Sebastian Vettel, who
I could only say was Toast after his lamentable performance in the Bahraini
Kingdom.
Not to mention that Farcical Cluck-Up at Shanghai,
or as the Ken Follett CD Audio book I'm currently listening to reminded Mwah of
that 'Ol Acronym
SNAFU, or Situation Normal, All Fucked Up! Which
seemingly applies to la Scuderia right now.
As NO! Sebastian is NOT Faster than Leclerc!
And did I really do
thoust Unthinkable and get up not once, but two mornings in-a-row to watch; Err
listen to Kroftie' & Co. commenting from Azerbaijan! Whale', actually All
three mornings, since I was hoping that Monsieur Leclerc would replicate
Bahrain and be Victorious this time!
And did I mention how nice it was hearing
Theodore, Not Lenny; Hya! Kravitz's voice during the Chinese Grand Prix Replay.
And has rightfully returned to his usual Pitlane position for the remainder of
the F1 season; HURRAH!
As Teddy's my Favourite Presenter, or is it Pundit?
On those Disjointed Sky Sports F1 Linear Television Broadcasts, and hopefully
he'll remain a fixture on the F1 TV Broadcasts for years to come...
As it's Funny wonderin' what I'll do on an
"Off Weekend?" Although think I might be able to catch some FIA World
Endurance Championship action in-between Azerbaijan-Barcelona-Indianapolis, Eh?
And that's
without knowing what 'Der Heindenmeier, nee John Hindhaugh and the IMSA
Weathertech SportsCar Championship are up to?
Whilst I'd better
get KURR-RACKIN' on some more Zany stories before Mary Ellen & Co. return
to Florence, and hopefully take me for a brief Walkabout' upon the Sand Dunes.
Since even though
I'm forgoing this year's Indy 500, I do plan on watchin' NBC's first live
telecast, but will Definitely Skip the Pre-race, as it'll be hard enough
listening to Queen Danica during the race, along with 'lil Ironhead! As we'll
see how long I can run the String out this year before missing my first Open
Wheeler' motor race. As I'm hoping to go Campin' sometime this Summer with Mary
Ellen & Pixie...