"I know you're reading these, but I don't know what you think about what you're reading. So, speak up and let me know. Tell me about some experience that whatever I'm spouting off about reminds you of. Call me names. Whatever.

You know, it's a blog? So blog me."

MX? Really? 

It's cool to see so much motocross on NBC in recent weeks. I would, if given a choice,  definitely prefer motocross to "supercross," a marketing term if I ever heard one. Really. I think it's like calling miniature golf "supergolf." It's just an imitation of what happens on a real MX track, although it's not as bad as selling that silly "shorttrack" racing from the LA Coliseum as real shorttrack racing.

And then NASCAR races at Bristol - after they cover it with dirt to make a "dirt track," even though there are legendary dirt tracks all across the country that would have hosted much better racing, not that the ending wasn't fun. But again, Bristol - paved Bristol - should have been where they hosted the LA-style shorttrack show of heats, consis and features.

I bet there would have been more fans in the stands.

And while there's supercross at Gillette Stadium, we're holding out for a trip to an actual MX track in Southwick, Middleboro or Baldwinville MA or Central Village in Connecticut. "cause, you can't go faster in midair."

Still, those guys are wild, and it was fun to switch back and forth between the supercross and a hockey game. Funny, too, after I put down putting down dirt on Bristol's pavement for Cup cars they set up a supercross track at Atlanta Motor Speedway. With that much room they dumped out, I gotta admit, the best supercross track I've ever seen.

Yeah, I'm back. Let's do this now. 

Yeah, I need to apologize for not keeping this up. I won't use the excuse of the day (Year? Years?). In fact, I'm going to try to avoid that less-than-favorite subject entirely. After all, what does disease have to do with racing, other than our being addicted to racing? Not that I'm bringing THAT subject up.

What I do want to bring up was that season-opener for NASCAR, the one at the football stadium. Now, I wrote years ago in my long-gone magazine Shorttrack  that the Cup series (I forget what sponsor's Cup series. Who can keep up, and besides, who cares?) would do well to run a shorttrack race, a real shorttrack event, with heat races, a consi for non-qualifiers, before a feature of maybe 100 laps tops. But I meant that they run it on an actual shorttrack. I suggested Bristol. Instead we get that mess of a racetrack that discouraged racing in the hope of exposing Los Angelinos to something of which they're already well aware. But remember; $$$

And then they talked about it as if it was a revolution, instead of something that happens at a ton of tracks across the country every weekend, some of whom payed money to call themselves a "NASCAR track." 

I'm not impressed. 

 

I'm back... 

...even though I never went away. But now I'm "on the road again" tot some of my favorite shows, events and swap-meets. Like two old favorites I've signed up for: the Association of Rhode Island Authors' Expo in December and the Automotive Swap N' Sell in West Springfield, MA in January.

Check 'em out on the Calendar page.

THINGS I'VE MISSED... 

Leaving the house; eating out - breakfast, lunch or dinner; swap meets and car shows; motorcycle rides that can head to somewhere; and, of course, racing. Seekonk or Waterford on a Saturday night, Stafford or - say - Lee on a Friday; wandering around Thompson during a road course event;. MX at Southwick or Central Village. And I've missed writing about any of it.

Plus ball games, too. Any baseball - but the WhoSox after the Pawsox were stolen in the interest of more luxury boxes; a URI, Brown, Holy Cross, Nichols or other college football game, or an NEFL game of amateurs who often play harder than the pros. Or how about a PBruins or Worcester Railers hockey game. Or PC?

But now I have Covid killers coursing through my veins. See you around?

Distance Racing? 

Of all the sports that might be able to get started again before we're completely back to "normal," you'd think auto racing would be at the top of the list. If the experts figure golfers can keep far enough away from each other, what about a sport where you couldn't get yourself within six feet of the competition if you had to?

I suppose if they're really worried they always could start with Formula One racing. Those guys usually aren't within half a lap of each other.

September?!?!?!? 

I haven't posted to my blog since September? No excuse for that.

I did want to praise Fox Sports for this past Sunday's presentation of Miller High Life 400 race-coverage from 1986. I know Fox Sports-1 had I-racing with current Cup drivers competing. A cool idea, too, but it paled in comparison to Sunday's Fox race. I mean, Dale Earnhardt? Richard Petty? Bill Elliot? Bobby and Davey Allison?

And it was true shorttrack racing. Richmond was real. It wasn't a 21st century mega stadium. It was a shorttrack, rough, short, grizzled, historic and tight as a better with his last buck. And the cars? Tanks compared to today's slick cup cars.

Ken Squier and Benny Parsons, long gone from our lives as well as from racing, talked often about how racing at Richmond is a battle every inch of the way around it. There hardly was a straight body-panel left after the race saw the checkered. And yet nobody was complaining or pitching their helmets at a passing car. They just raced, taking what they had to and giving what they could.

NASCAR could learn a thing or two -- from itself! 

Mike Stefanik 

Was shocked to learn that driver Mike Stefanik was killed in a crash of a small airplane September 15, one day short of two years after another New England racing legend, Ted Christopher, lost his life in another airplane-accident.

Unlike too many young racecar-drivers in and out of NASCAR, these two guys were real. Neither of them might have "made it" in NASCAR's top Cup division, but mostly that was because neither particularly cared to. Make no mistake. Both were more than good enough. But, as with TC, Mike Stefanik  wanted to drive racecars, not be a racecar-star. Still, in my years covering racing for various media-outlets, Mike always was available, always was accommodating - and always was honest and candid.

Racing needs more Mike Stefaniks. They're the ones who make racing great, and as I've said before, the greatest racing often is found in our own backyards, on our bullrings, far away from giant racetracks, giant crowds, giant purses, and tiny glimpses of real racing we might see celebrated as the "big leagues" on TV.

I hope Mike finds a race in the sky. We know he'll be looking. God speed.

GO FAST. BE SMART! Is Here! 

Yeah, folks, my latest Red Racecar SPEED READER, GO FAST. BE SMART!, has finally been released, completing the three-book SPEED READER  series..

It follows our karting hero, Tyler Means, as he gets the chance to race an actual racecar, a midget, the fastest things on dirt. It's a dream come true, but it's also a chance to face the best racers he's ever raced, in a car with more power than a whole starting lineup of karts. Talk about getting an education!

Expect to see it on display when I visit Thompson Speedway Motorsports Park August 14 for the King of Beers 150 for modifieds. If you haven't started reading the first book in the Series, RACING JUNK, or the second, TURN RIGHT TO GO LEFT, we should have book sets on hand as well. These are short stories, meant to be "easy reading."

Check them all out on our homepage here.

Go Fast. Be Smart! 

The latest entry in my Speed Reader series featuring young racer Jason Merlo continues to present issues prior to publication.

I won't get into the details. It'll only get me ripped again. Just know that the book's been done for months. It's the publisher who keeps coming up with reasons for the delay in its publication.

Keep looking here for its release. I'll keep yelling at the publisher - who shall remain nameless.

...On Two Wheels 

Yeah, this is how I entertain myself these days.

My oldest bike, the 1972 Yamaha XS2, finally is on the road, after I sorted out the last couple of items on the rebuild-list. This is a vertical twin 650cc street bike that's so old it was styled after British twins like Triumphs and BSAs that once were what we called "big bikes."

There remain issues to deal with, of course, including an oil leak that seems to have come out of thin air. Still, this thing's a blast to ride, digging in when you gas it and handling much better now that I've adjusted the stiffness of the springs on the rear shocks to the max. Now the front end digs in, too.

In the meantime, my '78 XS750 Yamaha triple sits until I install a new headlight. The last time out the spot-weld on its retaining ring broke, and evidently the headlight went flying at speed. I say evidently as I never even knew it was gone until I got home and saw the headlight housing with the wire hanging out as if the bike had lost an eye.