manchild wrote:Now those kids have grown and you have expansion of adult morons – globally.
I wish we could blame Viacom... we used to be a few of us, morons. I wouldn't put the entire fault on MTV: you rock or you don't. Stick it to
the man!
I just came back of the most wonderful Caribbean vacation to find out that Montoya definitely rocks! I have wandered away a little from NASCAR, but not anymore, I guess. This are the most thrilling news I've heard in a long time, I love NASCAR. Let me explain, if you wish.
I went to my first race when I was seven, with my "crazy" uncle Raimundo. We went to the Jarama circuit in 1965 to meet
Jim Clark himself. He won. I had no idea who he was, but there I had a winner on the MOST amazing car my eyes have seen, shaking hands with my beloved uncle, long before "security" and "pit passes". And the cars! They were surreal. The speed was unbelievable and they produced a deafening noise that reverberated in your guts. Then "Jimmy", as I called him, won the championship that year, or the next, I do not remember well (I was seven years old, like most of you...) and he went again to Jarama in '66 to win a real race (the first race I went was sort of a promotional event) and this time I was waving an scottish flag on the incredibly hard concrete stands most of the race...
I've been totally hooked to F1 since. I still play with cars, you know, even if they are big ones. My wife says that "the difference between men and children is the price of the toys", everytime I play with my son on his Scalectrix toy track...
I wandered from my sadness, when my first hero died, to root for James "The Shunt" Hunt. Of course, I was totally happy when he won the championship against all odds, and then appeared Emerson Fittipaldi, Senna, Andretti and then Montoya, all in the short list of my heroes, people that had made me a very happy man. I never learned to love guys like Lauda or Schumacher or even Prost, even if I respect them a lot. It is hard for them to make you happy. They have an inner anguish.... but I am being carried away.
Anyway, back in the 80's I went to live to Colombia. Zero F1 on TV. But then appeared bulky satellite antennas, huge dishes maybe 10 meters across and you could get american TV. And then there was this little thing called NASCAR and it was funny in its way.
I found Richard Petty and his style and I recognized him: he was my kind of pilot. He was already a legend, but, you know, I
knew real racecars. Real racecars belonged to Italy, France and England, I thought (maybe I still think this way). American cars were funny, a cross between Russian machinery and an old european car, but with an upholstery made in Latin America.

I went from a Renault 8 directly to a Cadillac 1965...
And then I saw Petty on 1981, winning Daytona 500. May have you seen the movie "Cars"? I know, "Cars" is a little stupid, it is like comparing "Cinderella" with Madonna, but Google a little about this race. Man.... pure rock'n roll. This was long before Dale Earnhardt and the "intimidation" style of Schumi and the rest. There was no intimidation then or they did not call it like that. Just take a look at the guy, my european friends that may not be acquainted with him... and try to accomodate him in one of
your "categories of people". You will have a hard time trying to fit him in one of them... just the hat is overwhelming to me.
Then I learned to drive a Fairlane 500... and then I went to a drag racetrack and suddenly I understood NASCAR. I was enlightened... A race is not about a car or a pilot, or both. A race is a
drama. You need the classic elements: the hero, the unlikely situation that takes you away from your ordinary life (the "talking toad", as I use to say), the underworld you have to conquer and the return as the master: I am a big
Joseph Campbell fan, as some of you will guess.
And what a "talking toad" we have here! Montoya to NASCAR... this is the stuff legends are made of. And NASCAR! If you want to understand NASCAR, you need to: 1. Drive a convertible muscle car and 2.
Read this.
I couldn't be happier. I am happier for Montoya, now that I learnt that Jeff Gordon earned 19 million in 2003 according to Forbes...
My wife, on the other hand, is devastated. You know, NASCAR has like 99 races per year, and each one goes for 670 laps or so... I still remember those lazy sundays, when we were young, and she passed by me and, with a painful tone in her voice, she asked: "How many?", and I would answer, feeling guilty: "Just 165 laps to go, darling". We only had one TV, you know...