Went to the Long Beach GP yesterday for Indycar qualifying and the American Le Mans Series race.  They're nothing special but they're the best I could do with the access I had with nothing better than a general admission ticket.

Enjoy.



Rest of series...

"I'm not going to mince words.  This is blackmail.  If you don't send me $1000 in unmarked bills I am going to tell your girlfriend I talked to you while you were in your underwear."

Here are the galleries of this weekend's work... a small sampling, I may add more to them later.  I'll post here if I do.  Click the links to go to the gallery.

VARA at California Speedway

Bakersfield March Meet at Famoso Raceway

...and couldn't be happier.  Here's a few shots from this weekend's VARA event at Fontana and the 51st Annual NHRA March Meet at Famoso.  I'll have them in galleries by the end of the week.

VARA at Fontana:





March Meet at Famoso:





Check back, I'll have the rest of them uploaded by the end of the week at the latest.

Also, don't forget to tune in Monday night...

Spent the day in LA checking out the BMW art cars and the Petersen Automotive Museum... here's a sneak peek:



More to come most likely on Tuesday.

Don't forget to tune into Radio Angry tomorrow night at 8pm PST for Crack On Tour Radio.  [/shameless self promotion]

Crack On Tour Radio is BACK after a long hiatus. I'm currently trying out new hosts so the address may change from week to week till it's settled, but it will either be found at crackontour.listen2myradio.com or on Radio Angry.

EDIT:  Radio Angry it is!  Click the link above and check it out... streaming music you can upload and request 24/7, live sets (which are archived, so you can download them later if you can't listen live) and all sorts of cool stuff.

Once again, Crack On Tour Radio, every Monday, 8pm PST. Be there, aloha.

Spent an afternoon/evening photographing in San Diego's Gaslamp District, the results are in the usual place on Facebook. Click on any of the samples to go to the full gallery.








Click me for more...

I can't stop laughing

*points at self*

THIS GUY.



Hell yes, whoa.

There's finally a Donohue in the winner's circle at Daytona again.

1969...



2009...



Somewhere, Mark is real proud of his son.

Congrats to David Donohue, Antonio Garcia, Darren Law, Buddy Rice, and the rest of the Brumos Porsche team.

Some photographs of the Motor Transport Museum in Campo, CA (click the thumbnail for more):





Enjoy.

Ricardo Montalban and Patrick McGoohan are both dead? I'll be watching "The Wrath of Khan" and a couple episodes of "The Prisoner" tonight.

Be seeing you both. =(

I have some photos up from both the 24 Hours of Lemons Arse-Freeze-A-Palooza and my post Lemons vacation in Tucson. Click the links to get to the galleries. You know, if you want to.

24 Hours of Lemons

Post Lemons Vacation

The sun rises over the wing of the plane as he soars above the vast landscape that plays out through the tiny little plexiglass window before him, miles below. As he moves ever further west, his thoughts remain firmly planted hundreds of miles behind to the airport check in desk where he last saw her, held her, kissed her, memorizing every detail of her face in those last few fleeting seconds before he trudged to security. He recalls the whispered endearments, the confirmations of what both only dared to hope for so long over their long distance correspondence. The smell of her hair and the light touch of her fingertips in his hand. Though the physical distance once again widens to its previous margin, the emotional bond grows stronger by the minute. As the plane descends through the thick fog and the door opens to let in the thick, damp ocean air, he finds his thoughts still centered in that small, comfortable house in the arid desert and on the woman he cares so deeply about, whom he loves so much, the woman he can't wait to see again. There, despite the pang of sadness from knowing he goes home alone that day, he finds comfort in the happiness that he will never be truly alone as long as the bond remains and in the knowledge that their reunion is only a matter of time.

And as he sleeps, he dreams of her.

Team Porcubimmer finished 32nd (out of 113) at the 24 Hours of Lemons Arse-Freeze-A-Palooza this weekend.

Considering we were 61st place at noon today and picked up 29 spots by the time the race ended at 4:45, I'd say we have a lot to be proud of.

Now, I sleep. Tomorrow: Arizona.

so I can lie in bed and post to lj from my iPod touch

This is the greatest thing ever

I present... Porcubimmer 2: Judgement Day.



Our race car is the best ever. Click here for the full update.

Last week my friend Andy (who is not me) invited me to tag along to this seminar being put on by EMC for IT professionals. He invited me because after the seminar on "server virtualization" (no, I don't have a clue and still don't, actually) there was to be free food and karting, as it was being held at my favorite indoor karting venue, Miramar Speed Circuit.

So we figured we'd get a sandwich, sit through a boring Powerpoint presentation, maybe get 30 minutes in the karts, and go our merry way.

Boy were we surprised when we ended up getting NINETY MINUTES of track time, with about a 1-2 minute break in between each 15 minute session. By the time our track time had expired, Andy and I were the only two left. They kept asking us, "you want to race again?" Of course, we looked at them as if they were stupid. "Hell yes we do!"

If you've never been karting in real race karts, you have no idea how abusive this is on your body. By the time we finished our last stint, we both were holding on to the railing next to the pits for dear life just to walk. I can already tell I have bruises all across my back from the seat beating the living shit out of me as the kart bounced around the corners, my arms are sore from my shoulders to my fingertips, there's a bruise on my right foot from where it was hitting the frame while mashing the throttle, and I have handfuls of new callouses.

I. Don't. Care. That was the most fun I've had in AGES (and that includes racing the Porcubimmer this past weekend) and if I had paid for that out of pocket, it would have been about $150 worth of racing.

And the best part? There was an open bar at the end. Of course, 40 people RSVP'd, 15 showed up... two of us stuck around till the end.

So the nice EMC marketing lady sent us both home with a six pack, three bottles of wine, and all the food we could carry.

Hot damn.

I'll be leaving from Scrotumento Sacramento the day after Lemons and flying to Phoenix... whereupon I will be whisked away to Tucson to spend a fabulous couple of days in the company of a wonderful young lady.

This will be the best week ever.

Especially if we win Lemons.

*rimshot*