There is No Defence Against This

This is Bob, and he’s quite nice.

He also has earned the nickname, “Toughest Guy in NASCAR”.

We are complete opposites – him a foot and a half taller, and 2.5 times heavier.

So if Bob and I were to fight,
it wouldn’t really be one.

His fist is the size of my head.

Only defence I have after it hits me, is to spit my teeth at him before running away.

(technically my brain and words could be a defence, or my ‘run up the chest knee to the jaw’ move, but for the most part, the title is accurate.)

 

 

A Photography Dichotomy

Taken at the NASCAR race.

Same media passes, so same access…

…so imagine how I looked*, standing next to a sea of cameras like that, taking photos with my phone.

[photo: Ryan Dupont]

But!

In a race to post said photos online, guess who’d win…

* oh Keri comb your hair. Don’t worry though, since I was standing in pit lane during the start of the race, all the TV and other cameras on the other side, capturing that rats-nest *hangs head*

 

 

Rustye Number 9 in NASCAR

This past weekend I cheered on my friend Russ Bond, in his first NASCAR race.

He competed in the 1st race of 2014’s NASCAR Canadian Tire Series, held at Mosport.

Here he is mid-wave.

See the full wave here, which we find quite funny, but the internet does not, which makes no sense, and is like the ‘texting with this bear‘ thing all over again.

Non-car nerds: this is a tough race, because a NASCAR is designed to go around an oval track, left left left.

And this race is on a course which is clearly not, with a top speed of 260 km/h.

18th/30, probably would’ve been top 10 but for a small hiccup in the pits, ridiculously good.

Congratulations Russ!

If there ain’t rubbing, it ain’t racing.