Gone Racin’!

Today, they boys and I will be scarce. Me, Kevin, Erik, Kyle, and a handful of his friends are going to Dover, Delaware for the NASCAR Xfinity race. Xfinity is the second tier, and the Cup Series is top tier (they are racing Sunday).

Dover was our go-to track for years, but recently we haven’t gone there because of soccer/lacrosse events or because of the Chinese Wuhan Virus. We started going back to the races last year, when we went to Pocono and New Hampshire. It’ll be great to head to Dover again.

I’m hoping Kyle’s friends enjoy the race. It’s supposed to be a beautiful day.

I have posts set up for the rest of the day, but I’m not sure when I’ll be able to reply to comments.

The Saudis Have Some Giant Balls

The Saudi city of Jeddah was the victim of a terrorist attack Friday, after Islamists blew up an oil refinery. The refinery is six miles from the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix track, where the Formula 1 race is expected to run today.

The Saudi Arabian Grand Prix has been plunged into chaos following a massive explosion near the track in the city of Jeddah.

As drivers were finishing their practice runs, a loud boom was heard before a huge inferno broke out at the nearby Aramco petroleum facility – a state-run oil company – sparking fears of a terrorist attack.

Houthi rebels – a Yemeni Islamist group – have claimed responsibility for a number of similar attacks across the kingdom in recent weeks. And they have now claimed they were behind the missile attack during the F1 practice session on Friday.

Kyle and I are big fans of racing, especially F1, so we expected the race to be postponed.

It’s understood that defending world champion Max Verstappen had asked his team if his car was on fire, as he could smell burning towards the end of his practice run, before Red Bull confirmed that it wasn’t coming from his car.

As of late Saturday, Formula 1 stated the race will go on as planned. That’s pretty ballsy of the Saudis, but I guess it’s like most big American cities. When violence is an everyday occurrence, you barely even notice it anymore.

Brandon Is Going Places

So, remember Brandon Brown, the NASCAR driver whose win started the “Let’s Go Brandon chant?”

Well, Brandon has a new primary sponsor this season, and it’s LBGCoin cryptocurrency. The LGB stands for “Let’s Go Brandon.”

NASCAR driver Brandon Brown will have a new primary sponsor for the 2022 season. Brown partnered with LGBCoin for the next year and the cryptocurrency will have a big spot on the the No. 68 Chevrolet Camaro for all 33 races of the NASCAR Xfinity Series (NXS).

Brown will drive the red, white and blue car as LGBCoin looks to promote “positivity and unity, grounded in a strong belief of the American dream. LGB also stands for the “Let’s Go Brandon” chant, which had been classified as anti-Biden earlier this year. (H/T – MelP)

I mean, the new sponsor is cool, but it would be way more hilarious if they named the company FJBCoin.

The Best Of Times, The Blurst Of Times

As I mentioned previously, the entire family drove to New Hampshire to see two NASCAR races. The Saturday events were a NASCAR Modified race at 12:45pm and the NASCAR Xfinity race at 3pm. The trip was especially exciting because it was Mrs. Earp and Julia’s first live NASCAR race, and I was hoping they would like it.

The trip was supposed to take about six hours. Unfortunately for us, we hit New York City and Connecticut at the worst possible time. All the New Yorkers were headed to Connecticut beaches, and the traffic slowed to a crawl, at best. The Merritt Parkway sucks complete and total butt; it took us two hours to travel seventy-five miles. When we made it through the gauntlet we eventually stopped for a late dinner in Sturbridge, Massachusetts. We selected Pizzeria Uno and quickly found out they were short on wait staff. It took nearly an hour to get our food.

We arrived at the hotel at midnight, instead of 6pm, to find some kids pulled the fire alarm. It took the fire department to come out and reset the system. Suffice to say, everyone was exhausted as we hit the beds…

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I Wanna Go Fast

Well, I know I abandoned everyone for a NASCAR race during the last weekend in June, but I’m afraid I’m abandoning you again this weekend. DHS should probably take my blog away from me.

For most of the pandemic, NASCAR wasn’t allowing fans into the tracks, which sucked. At the end of May. racetracks started opening up again. Pocono was not one of the tracks because our governor is a leftist a-hole. We searched for a race somewhat close, and decided to purchase tickets for the New Hampshire Motor Speedway. It’s about a six-hour ride, but it was the best we could do.

Shortly thereafter, Pocono decided to open up, so we got tickets to the Pocono race as well. My kids really like racing, and this was a chance to get them out of the house. The Pocono race was terrific, and it was Kevin’s first race. Today, the entire family will be at the track, and it will be Princess P and Mrs. Earp’s first race.

The only thing we’re concerned about is rain, as it’s in the forecast. Hopefully, they’ll get the races in – there are two today – and if it gets rained out, we would be able to get the same tickets for next year’s race… on the house.

Oh, I will have posts set up throughout the weekend.

Are You Trackin’ Me?

While there will be posts today and tomorrow, I will likely be scarce during the weekend. You see, for the first time in I don’t know how long, the boys and I are going to Pocono Raceway for a doubleheader NASCAR race. We would have brought the entire clan, but Julia has her second recital this evening.

(It’s okay, we’re taking the entire family to New Hampshire Motor Speedway in July.)

Despite some of the wokeness creeping into NASCAR, the kids and I still really enjoy racing, and when we realized we could snag some tickets, it was a no-brainer. It’s a two-hour ride to the track in the northern part of PA, and there is a Truck Series race at noon, and the Cup race at 3pm. It’ll be a long day, but it will also be Kevin’s first race. We’re in the second row, so it’ll certainly be loud enough.

I’ll have posts up for the weekend, and I’ll try to comment if I get a chance.

It was a very long day, with two pretty good races. Here’s the view from our seats. Turn up the volume.

The Noose Is Loose

By now you likely heard of the NASCAR incident at the Talladega Superspeedway this weekend. Bubba Wallce, the only African-American driver in the league, allegedly found a noose hanging from his garage pit stall on Saturday. Now, as a NASCAR fan since 1998, I wanted to abide by the seventy-two hour rule for racial incidents, since so many of them seem to be contrived.

Here is ESPN’s ridiculous take:

To the one(s) who thought they could dip into the tired, old 1934 or 1964 racist playbook and elicit fear by placing a symbol of hate — a noose, for heaven’s sake — in the garage stall of a Black race car driver, I really need to make sure you are paying attention to what I have to say to you.

Oh, and the grown adult or adults who spent hundreds of dollars to fly a “DEFUND NASCAR” banner and Confederate flag behind a plane over Talladega, you should listen up too. Same for you rednecks who drove a parade of pickups around the perimeter of the racetrack with that same flag flying out of the beds of your 4x4s. Or even you, who wandered onto the property at Sonoma Raceway and hung “a piece of twine tied in what appeared to be a noose” from a tree.

Have their been legitimate racial incidents during NASCAR’s seventy-two year history? Of course. Are there still “rednecks” who attend races? Certainly. It the sport or the fan-base filled with raging racists? Absolutely not. I know, because I have been to many, many races at tracks across the country (Pocono, Dover, Richmond, Daytona).

I can also tell you every time I have been to a race, the fans have been nothing but friendly to everyone of every creed and color. I have never seen a fight at a NASCAR race. Ever. Can the NFL say that?

My initial reaction was while this incident may have happened, I sincerely believe this is either a misunderstanding, or an outright hoax…

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A Programming Note

Mrs. Earp is on Facebook, and she posted this photo of Erik and Kyle at Dover International Speedway in 2011. Erik was 7 and Kyle was 10. It popped up Wednesday on one of those flashbacks, so she sent it to me.

(You can click the photo to embiggen.)

I posted this because I’ll be scarce the next few days. Mrs. Earp and I will be headed to fabulous sunny Texas for the University of Dallas’ Parents Weekend.

I literally cannot wait to land in Dallas – our plane leaves at noon – and it’s quite possible I may stay there, quit my job over the phone, and abandon my house.

Unlike our recruiting visit a year ago, I’m leaving the laptop home, and while I’ll have posts set up for the weekend, I won’t be on much. Between the festivities and the kids’ demand for Texas souvenirs, we’ll be rather busy.

So enjoy your weekend – I know I will – and I’ll be back live Monday. God bless Texas!

Run Like Hell

Meet Mike Kohler of Fargo, North Dakota. Mike is a nominally healthy guy, who accidentally got healthier last weekend.

Mike Kohler lined up with thousands of other runners inside the Fargodome here on Saturday, May 19, ready for his first half-marathon as part of the Sanford Fargo Marathon.

It would be a big step for the 26-year-old plumber and pipefitter from West Fargo, who ran the 10K last year and the 5K the year before that. But a misstep, right from the start, put him on an even more difficult course.

Nervous and tired from waking up earlier than usual, Kohler wasn’t paying full attention. He thought the full and half marathons started at the same time, at 7 a.m. In reality, the half-marathon started 15 minutes later. Wearing headphones, Kohler wasn’t listening closely to the starting announcements.

I guess it could be worse; Mike could’ve signed up for a vasectomy and received a sex change.

Look At Those Speed Bumps

Lindsay Brewer

Lindsay Brewer is a race car driver from Colorado who wants to be the next Danica Patrick; except with talent and stunning good looks.

While Danica Patrick maybe the only well known female driver known to the masses, 19-year-old Lindsay Brewer from Colorado, is hoping that she can become a household name on the racing circuit before long.

Lindsay is gaining more attention and recognition by the day for her stunning Instagram account, which has more than 52,000 followers where she showcases her good looks alongside her driving skills.

Lindsay is a Freshman and currently attending San Diego State University. She is a member of the Alpha Phi sorority, but she says her real passion lies on the track and she is now looking for sponsorship in the hopes of racing professionally.

Pfft, my kids don’t need to go to college. Where do I sign?