Wednesday, May 24, 2017

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There's been some continuing thought about bagging Ithaka since there's no point in continuing it with people idly cherry picking the articles (i.e. Google rats).  Those ones only seek amusement and they're likely the same ones who get nervy on the straight bits but turn to Jell-O in the corners.

Note:  I do enjoy screwing with amateurs like that and sure it's testosterone and sure I don't give a fuck if it's testosterone.  I won't race you but I will make it clear you're too incompetent to bother racing.  When you've got an old Buick on your ass, young gofaster, you're definitely fired from the ranks of the hotrodders.


I've been researching exhaust notes a little bit and I noticed a Chrysler 300M can sound a little bit ballsy but not much.  The Indy 500 sounds seem to be coming exclusively from Mustangs and Fx50 trucks.

However, I noticed an Fx50 truck making the ballsiest exhaust note possible through a couple of gears but it still wasn't really going that fast.  I'm sure or mostly sure the 'tangs deliver it but the Fx50 didn't.  That was sounding a lot like a Marching Morons car (i.e. makes lots of noise and flames but doesn't do much).


In fact, an example of hotrodding from the junior days and I suppose this is marginally nostalgic but I'll leave that judgment to you.

Doc and I were the hotshot juniors in go-karts and we were fast but only about sixteen years old.  My ol' Dad liked bringing out his grad students to the track sometimes since almost all grad students think they're spectacularly good drivers.  He would set them out to tootling around the track and sometimes my ol' Dad would get sadistic so he would send Doc and I out after one of them.

We would circle on the other side of the track from Mario Andretti as we caught his moves and then timed it so he was banging down the straight feeling like he's at the Indy 500 but that was at the same time as Doc and I were entering the straight where we lit up the karts so they were burnin'.

By the end of the straight, Mario Andretti was still tootling and preparing to execute the coming corner when Doc and I caught up him with him, motors at a high-revs roar, and in full drifts on each side.  Mario just threw up his hands and spun off the track.

I didn't have to see it and I'm sure Doc also knew my ol' Dad was laughing.  He didn't tell us to do that but it almost certainly didn't surprise him when we did.

Note:  there was no harm to Mario as karts frequently spun off the track.  As far as I know, Lotho is the only one who ever got a kart airborne, however.  That move is for experts.

Ed:  you were some sadistic little bastards!

All kids are sadistic little bastards!  "Mean Girls" was all fake, right?

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