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Former United Rentals Special' (Back-hoe) outside IMS Museum)
on Display - prior to Marco Andretti & Company's current sponsorship
arrangement. Don't think it's a (DW12) Dallara chassis, unless from that
earlier IRL Crapwagon's era? (The Tomaso Collection)
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As Der Vurld' de Motorsporten Never Sleeps, Ja-Ja!
As it's been a Bloody long time ago when
visiting the Dallara Factory, for which once many Moons ago, Yuhs could
actually visit! Which I had the privilege of doing so, the very same year that
it opened, and when CARPETS' snapped that United Rentals Rocketship' picture;
Hya!
Whale Golleeeeeeeee...
Backhoes, Indiana, Get It? As Gooday Mates!
And Welcome to another riveting No Fenders post, having Skee-Daddled Ah-ways'
from !thou keyboard for a Gory Nine Days. Whilst the "House Band"
gently played away when busily packin'. Whale', at least it's Lead Singer, as
Take Off, Eh!
As I'm fairly certain if was Thee Rhythm
Professor', aka Neil Peart who lamented Thars' only Two Seasons in Toronto:
Winter, and Road Construction! In his long forgotten Book Ghost Rider that I
actually physically read a zillion years ago.., having scribbled 'bout this a
Decade ago!
"From
the white
sands
To the canyon lands
To the redwood stands
To the barren lands..."
To the canyon lands
To the redwood stands
To the barren lands..."
VIDEO: Rush Ghost Rider - Song
Whilst Arse-sumin'
this nearly 9mins video of Thee Rhythm Professor, who's drum solo has gotten
more 'N more prolific over the years, which I've heard progressing over
numerous Concert Tours, is from the R40 - Rush 40th anniversary tour circa
2015.
And I was so
captivated by Messer Peart introducing me to MaryHill in his Ghost Rider book,
that we went Thar for one of its Gory Hillclimbs!
While 'Ol Geddy's
been afflicted by thou writing bug, having just released his first tome The
Beautiful Big Book of Basses, or Somme-thun' to that effect...
As that Kuhnaidiun' seasonal retort came
Ah-Floodin' back to Mwah when spending the day inside, the entire day of
Tuesday listening to the Artwork on my Walls ceasessly vibrating, not to
mention the Street as a gaggle 'O Boyz' played Construction outside, pouring a
fresh coat of Ash-fault' over the entire street; Aye Karumba!
Leaving me ponderin' if I'd be able to get
out of my Neighborhood for my Aeroplane flight Northwards, the following day!
Which naturally none of this Destruction was known prior to Booking my
flight...
As Only Road Construction can Stop the U.S.
Post Office; Hmm? Rain, Sleet or Snow, but! Bloody Road Construction! As Thar
wasn't any mail delivered for two Gory Days; Crikeys!
Thus it was very Strange hearing cars on my road
for the 1st time in 2-days. After being momentarily startled by my neighbors
garage door @6:15AM! when taking thou Garbage out. Hmm? If they're doing so,
guess the Street will be open today?
Then continuing on with the Zany, Madcap
Adventures of a Blind Man, naturally my Talking Clock finished talking' @6:26AM,
when the AA Batteries Crapped Out; SHEISA! As I've got a Bloody Puddle Jumper
Aeroplane to catch Back Home again, which thankfully was an evening flight.
As those were the riveting thoughts
encapsulated inside thou Cranium before Flying to Thee Jet City', aka Seattle
for the very first time since moving south to Oregon nearly a year ago. As
ironically the Horrendous weekend of Pocono's IndyCar race marks thou exact
Anniversary of said move to thy Bungalow By-the-Sea.
Although I Don't think it's "A New Track
Record," But; I've now managed to miss the last three Formula 1 races.
First electing not to bother Ah-risin' in thou Wee Hours 'O Morning to watch;
Err listen to Golden Child', aka Lewis Hamilton wax the field again at Bloody Silverstone;
YAWN!
Then I missed both the Mid Ohio IndyCar race
and last German Grand Prix at Hockenheim. Arguably both the Best races of the
season?Since I was in a virtual E' lectronics' blackout, i.e.; NO Television,
albeit Claudio' graciously pulled up Highlighted recaps via Zed Internetz', so
I got to hear Kevin Lee Screaming Oh Nooooooooooooooooo ("Mr. Bill) Once
Again; SHIT!
Along with the Uber Wackiness that comprised
the latest, and presumably last German Grand Prix for the foreseeable future,
which currently has my nod for 2020 F1 Race of The Year; Ja Volt!
Then, although I'd intended to watch the
Hungarian GP, it seemed destined to not happen. Firstly being Delayed a
Half-hour due to some Amazingly Stupidio Little League Intermediate Baseball
Championship of Alabammer' vs. Mexico, Ci, running late! Before le Duesh', nee
ESPN2 promptly went to Commercial just six minutes into the Encore
presentation; SHEISA!
Before I began feeling very, very Sleepy,
beginning to "Rest thou Eyelids" as 'Ol Awntie' Harriet would
proclaim. And thus decided to seek refuge in Thy Beddy-bye' with Maximum
Hothead', aka Max Verstappen leading...
As the only real, important News that broke
over my Holiday foray to Seattle was the welcome announcement of Alexander
Rossi staying put at Mikey A's Squad.
Along with Indy Cars announcing its change to
implement a token Hybrid engine system for 2022, instead of the previously
status quo engine change slated for 2021.
Which brings us Full Circle, Pocono, Indy Cars,
Left Turns; Hmm, Get It? To the News that McLaren and Arrow SPM have joined
forces for 2020 - In case Y'all have been Hiding underneath a rock?
