AN EDITORIAL, sung to the tune of The Emperor's New Clothes:
A musty stench of complacency lingers over NHRA headquarters in Glendora, California. But not for long. Due to a magnificent collision of nitro fueled racing spirit and corporate pretzel logic (see last week's blog), drag racing stands poised to reinvent itself. Or become an historical footnote. It could go either way. It must. Static status quo is no longer an option. Alas, whiny finger pointing runs so rampant as to obscure the opportunity of our lifetime. Shame on us all if we don't take responsibility for our own destinies and become proactive.
Personally, as a test and tune guy, the drags at my level have been and continue to be one of the few constants of high velocity stability in my sometimes chaotic life. For that alone, I'm eternally grateful to the pioneers who brought organized drag racing about, and the thousands of hard working believers who keep it going. It's trendy today to be cynical about the subject, but I just love speed, the colorful legacy of drag racing, and having a safe, legal place to test my work. Much better traction than on the street, too. As for the money-fueled Pro category debate, my uninformed opinion has no value today. I'll let my (behind-the-scenes) actions do the talking. I believe it will work out however it's meant to. Thank you.
Those of you with eyesight may have noticed something unusual about last week's post. Several lines of text in Ray Guarino's report on Long Island street racing were obviously censored. I was every bit as shocked, disappointed, and upset as you were to find the blog had been tampered with. So I pulled on my detective pants and got to work. It's what I do. After several days of methodic cyber-sleuthing, traditional flat-footing, and exhaustive arm twisting, I was shocked, disappointed and upset to realize that it was I who mangled the text! My sincere apologies to Ray Guarino and to you, dear readers. You all deserve better.
THE WEEK IN INK...
ANOTHER PIONEER LOST:
These vermin have pretty much taken over the site. I can't get rid of them. What really creeps me out is that they're dead ringers for my high school buddies and I... (Photo courtesy of Floyd Lippencott III Jr.)
Next week: Pontiac Tech Tips from Motormouth Ray, The Sleeper of the Week, and the most promising candidate yet for Squirrel of the Year. Try to find that combination in the new National Dragster. Or anywhere else in the known universe.