Play It Again, robin! since presumably many of us
are now sufferin'the from thoust Drip-Drip-Drip 'O IndyCar Off-season
Hibernation Syndrome - since Thars' only 86 more Gory weeks 'til the 2020
IndyCar season begins, Righto?
And Speakin' of Colourful Characters, Front
Engine Roadsters and a time long since forgotten, although I'd have to argue
that Lance Reventlow was the far Bigger Star...
Alas, A few weeks ago, Whale' at least when
this began Percolatin' in thoust Mind for another ramblin' No Fenders story. As
Mother Speedway was still on Thy Cranium, Wayback' when intermittingly
listening to the IndyCar Open Test at Mother Speedway, last April in-between
Rain Delays. As Y'all remember that El Correctomundo?
I finally got round to having "My
Gal" Lucy', my ARSE-STEAMED Screen Reader read me one of Robin Miller's
latest rants upon Racer.com, where 'Ol r', Thee Curmudgeon 'O IndyCar's rightly
pontificated over how Tiger's Master's victory wasn't Thee GURR-Reatest Comeback
Of All-time; Chirp-Chirp, Bueller? Uhm Crickets...
Halleluiah Robin!
As the story reminded me of another
ofRobin'sGems, when Stooging' for his Hero, now some 50+ years ago in Gasoline
Alley, when Herk' and his Mighty Mallard became the final Front-engine Roadster
to ever Qualify at Mother Speedway.
Whilst you may also enjoy another No Nonsense,
Straight Shootin' look upon Jim Hurtubise's racing career penned by Thee
OLD-est IndyCar Blogger, Geo. Phillips...
