I'm watching and enjoying (and taping) SPEED's coverage of the Monterey
Historics.  Though I'm not sure I've ever liked how they treat the races
themselves (announcing them as if they're really racing hell bent out),
it's still the closest thing to going if I couldn't go that particular
year.  Plus I get my regular dose of Alain de Cadenet.  Especially the
"Hagerty Insurance Safety Update"  where he urged drivers who want to
race vintage cars to go to drivers' schools and learn the proper way to
hit the track.

So, what do I see?  In the early-mid 60s FIA GT race - a race so full of
gorgeous Ferraris it's the single event I would wish to die to - here's
Kroymans, driving a 62 GTO into the dirt and then practically spinning
it back out into traffic.  He could have taken out several other GTOs -
I could care less what they're worth, but it goes without saying several
million dollars worth of car taken out by one doofus.

I thought what he did with the F1 car was bad enough, ending up with his
knees scraping the tarmac as his trashed car spins to a halt 9 but this
is heresy.  I don't give a f.ck if the guy is the Ferrari importer to
the Netherlands or what - some people were born to stay behind the
velvet ropes and some were born to put on the driving gloves.  This
idiot CLEARLY is a member of the former.  Nouveaux riche?  Maybe not.
But deserving of the wonderful opportunities he has?  Obviously not.  I
hope I never bump into him at a car show or Ferrari event somewhere.
His ears are burning right now.

Luckily I can imagine his histrionics on the track will result in him
not being invited back.  Maybe to bring some pickled herring or ice
sculptures, but sure as hell not strapped into a car seat of any kind.

And, again luckily, the sheer display of all those GTOs mitigated the
dork's anti-heroics.  Especially the sight of that blue GTO.  And the
Drogo-bodied silver Junco car.  Oh God.  It's better than porn.  I'd
send Asia Carrera and Ashlyn Gere packing if I had that in the driveway
- in fact I'd move the car into the bedroom.

To top it all off, there was Tiger's dad kicking some a.s in the
Chapparal and, in the quick shot of the celebrating family, there was
denim-clad Tiger herself.

All in all, immensely enjoyable, and there's still a half hour to go!!
I'll probably get to see Kroyman's dangling appendanges any minute now.

MC