Author: Kim du Toit
The Way It Used To Be
I don’t know if you had any plans for the next eight hours, but here’s one way to spend them.
Racing the way it used to be and quite honestly still should, especially when it comes to the sound of the engines.
Footnote from former bandmate Knob, who lives there and knowing my love for F1, sent me the link:
We watched from the roof terrace at Café Milano. Best place on the track. Hired by the Bentley Drivers Club UK by my buddy Mark, who is also great mates with one-time F1 Champion Jody Schecter. Jody just sold his F1 car collection on Saturday at Sotheby’s Monaco auction. Got €6.7m for his Ferrari 312T !!
Also, went to the Eddie Jordan chat with Red Bull designer Adrian Newey on Saturday evening at the Yacht Club. Some interesting stories.
Must be nice to be one of the Idle Rich…
One Man
Question: what do all the following cars have in common?
Porsche Carrera 
Audi Quattro
VW TDI
Porsche 917
VW Golf VR6 
Mercedes 350 S Turbodiesel
VW Phaeton 
Bugatti Veyron 
Lamborghini Aventador
Bentley Continental Speed GT
VW XL1
Here’s the answer to the question: a crazy Austrian who gave the world its best cars from the 1960s until… well, yesterday.
In my opinion, the only mistake he ever made was a marketing one: positioning the Phaeton as the VW Phaeton, instead of (say) an Audi A12. Had he done the latter, Audi would still be selling them.
Never let an engineer near the marketing plan.
Quote Of The Day
From Kenny:
While I’ve never had nor wanted one, Lisa enjoys her gay coffee drinks from Starbucks, insisting on getting one every time we go to Gallatin where the nearest Starbucks is located.
Naturally it’s in a spot that’s a royal pain in the ass to get into or leave due to traffic, and to add insult to injury, they take forfuckingever to make it. I’m serious, there’s always a few cars in front of us, so we can figure on at least a 20 to 30 minute wait. It may be a shorter time if I was to park and go inside to get it, but I absolutely refuse to step inside due to liberal germs. It’s bad enough a liberal company was getting our money.
You had me at “gay coffee drinks” and “liberal germs”…
News Roundup
Speaking of fresh meat, there’s news from The Great Cultural Assimilation Project©:
...I’m thinking:
followed by: 
...and the same as above for whoever signed off on his release.
...and in other news on NPR, Hitler commits suicide.
Some SEX NEWS:
...because of course they are. Can hardly be worse than the real thing.
...or, as the old advert goes, “UNION — OUI” Of course, they’d only be messing up the Paris Olympics, so
...and the people are sad:
...and her answer is always: “I just use Scotch instead.”
...more like Dubai-on-Thames, but we’ve talked about that before.
In local news:
...and about damn time, too. However, the full court will no doubt override the panel.
#9thCircuitAreCommies.
Then from the Department of Education:
...I’m guessing because that if he could, he’d be too old for her.
...I can’t decide whether “witch” is more objectionable than “genderqueer”. Taken together, of course, there should be a hanging. Of whichever school official thought this was a neat idea.
Time for some EVERYBODY PANIC!!!! News:
...note: “could”. Or… “probably won’t”.
#WeaselWordAlert
And for some totally 
...not Salma Hayek? Then nobody cares, honey.
And in our stroll down 
:
...did somebody say “LINGERIE”???
And that’s the news covered.
Snap Of The Fingers
Watching the Brit TV show “24 Hours In The A&E” the other night, one of the characters asked an intriguing question of another:
“If you could snap your fingers and be anywhere in the world, where would you choose?”
New Wife and I talked about it for ages. Where to go?
- A place that you’ve been to before, and loved?
- A place you’ve never been to before?
- By yourself, or with a partner / wife / buddy etc.?
- For how long? A day, weekend, week, or a month?
Here are mine:
- Never been to Lake Como, always wanted to, also a week.
- By myself: on a driven bird shoot, somewhere in southern England, for a day or two.
- With New Wife: somewhere scenic in the U.S., either where I’ve been before and she not, or where neither of us has been. Whatever the choice, for two weeks.
- With my buddy Trevor: somewhere in Europe where neither of us has been to before, for a week.
(New Wife, by the way, chose only one locale: any Indian Ocean island — Mauritius, Seychelles, Maldives — for two to three weeks.)
And now it’s your turn. Feel free to work the conditions, any way you please.
Snap your fingers…
