Friday, March 30, 2018


Solutions in racing are easy.  The blanket answer to any problem in the world of motorsports competition is to throw more fucking money at it.

Simple.  Elegant.  And above redress or reproach.

Therein lies the paradox.  An answer so simple.  It is the follow up question that has stymied, frustrated, broken, indentured, enslaved and crushed many a racer.

Where do we get the fucking money?

Damned if I know.

S3 cylinder, head, piston and gaskets to replace what was destroyed.  The cost?  If you have to ask...

Thursday, March 29, 2018


Spend enough time around mechanical conveyances designed by human beings and sooner or later something will go wrong.  I think it's in our DNA, given that the body and mind eventually fail, so too will everything we create or produce.

A heartwarming thought, that.  It gets better.  If you become one of the idiotic egomaniacs that chooses to race these man-made machines the lesson becomes readily apparent that not only will they fail, but they will generally do it at the worst possible time.  This is what happened to me, six days before the first race of the season.  Rebuilt top end with less than 15 hours on it, without warning, something lets go.  Carnage ensues.  Cylinder, head, piston trashed.  Crankshaft questionable.


Cletus, I don't think dat fucker is supposed to look like dat!!

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Still Rolling

 Someone asked me the other day what happened to this blog.  I gave the usual excuses about being busy, life getting in the way.  All that horseshit.  The truth of the matter is I got bored posting the same old repetitive tripe for an audience of Russian hackers.  And of course the person who asked me about the blog.

The riding, racing and wrenching continue, I suppose that's a given.  I mean, what the hell else am I going to do?  It's not getting any easier, precisely the opposite.  My body reminds me every minute of the price that will have to be paid for two score and four rough, tumbling years.

Maybe I'll tell you more about it.  Maybe I won't.  In the meantime, here are some pictures.

Look mom, an asshole!!

They're multiplying!!  What is it with you douchebags in pick-ups?

New skin, same dusty bones

Well, there goes a fucking paycheck...