Paddock Pulse Splash
It's the last day of November today, but considering that my local adult contemporary station started playing 24/7 Christmas music IN OCTOBER, it feels like it's been December for years.
Of course, it's hard for me to judge because I live in Arizona, and we basically have two seasons here - moderately warm, and DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN MY LUNGS ARE BURNING OUT FROM THE INSIDE. Thankfully, we're currently in the former weather pattern, which is sure to make my predominately-Indianapolis-based readership a little jealous (because SNOW! Bahahahahahaha!).
Anyway, as is the usual at this time of year, the blogosphere is a little light on content quantity, but let me be perfectly frank (or actually Gary - I like that name better) and say that the quality is just as good as always.
Oh, did you hear about Barnhart? You did? Great. ON TO THE LINKS!
Inside The 2012 Car's Design & Development Issues [SPEED/Pruett]
Marshall Pruett is the Sebastian Vettel of the IndyCar blogosphere (I KNOW HE'S NOT A BLOGGER, SHUT UP AND GO WITH IT). When the rest of us on the grid feel somewhat good about our efforts, he'll LAY A WHUPPING ON US from the drop of the green with something like this article. (By the way, in this metaphor, I am probably Lotus. Or Caterham. Or GODDAMMIT PICK A NAME ALREADY.)
Let’s all go to the Snake Pit [New Track Record]
I read this headline as if it were the song from that old drive-in movie interstitial cartoon imploring people to buy snacks. Although instead of an anthromorphic hot dog and popcorn box, it was a dirty needle, a bottle of Jack, and a condom wrapper. But DAMN if it wasn't still a catchy tune!
Six Quick Questions With Jack Hawksworth [IndyCar Advocate]
Seriously, Zach, did you make that name up? I have my doubts, but then racing has always been full of interestingly-named folks, like Will Power, Dick Trickle, Jocko Maggiacomo, and Carburetor McDipstick O'Brakeduct. (I think one of those might be fake. Who would name their kid "Dick Trickle"?)
Late Jim Rathmann an Indy legend [ESPN/Oreovicz]
True story - Jim Rathmann leased sports cars to the Mercury astronauts and was a certified "astro-nut" back in the day. Of course, that was back in the old days before an astronaut would lease a car simply to drive cross country while wearing adult diapers in order to stalk and try to kill a romantic rival. It was a simpler time.
I think Eric is getting the hang of this self-marketing thing. That's a good thing - it took ME about eight years to figure out that "BITCHSLAP FESTIVAL!" got more page views than "Drivers work out minor disagreement after wreck."
Driver Tweet of the Week
@SpeedyDanClarke: did I win a ChampCar race on champcar-ws.com again?
Last But Not Least
I knew you had guts but I never figured you for brains.