Welcome to the race to disgrace. The home where the Wannabeze stay to play. Where you cannot trust a single written word, nor your eyes - ears or nose.

Where we are going to make fun of RCL, Tony, Maxi and RankFizzle - even if they are not in attendance.

A place where no one is safe from ridicule, sarcasm, criticism or the dreaded "friend zone."

High jumps are always welcome, as are wheelies. But never at 1000 feet in a swirl and tumble TAF

A place where v-drives are always kings, but the underdog is more than welcome.

If you are not up for witty comments and ridiculous dialog, then you are on the wrong page.

If you are afraid to get a little dirty, or a bit on the oily side - well then you should probably look for kitten photos on FaceBook.

 

Well, since my lovely brother, Paul had to pick apart my installment of two of the same picture in the first offering of this website, I decided to add this photo. This is his photo of the race that I put my photo up later on in the page. The orange boat in the foreground and the yellow boat in the background. So, we have two pictures of the same race, but not the same exact photo. So I am not sure that this will make him happy or not, but I guess at the end of the day, Do I really care? Yeah - didn't think so. But at least I don't have two of the same exact photo any more. Ne-ner, ne-ner NEEE-NER!!

 

So, let's be done with all this; "Flats always trump hydros" and "Naturally aspirated rides get all the girls" talk

And get down to reporting the races.

Hey, trivia;

What does it look like when two fuelers run 255 and 254 side by side? Oh, you already knew the answer to that one? Oh well.

There are better photographers than us in the pits. Better writers on the job. Better people to hang out with.

Actually, now that I think about it, I am not sure that there are worse photojournalists. Oh well . . .

Let's face it. If you are looking at this page, you are either really bored, fed up with chasing kitten photos on FaceBook or really cold in the northern regions.

 

O.K. Enough of the chatter. Time to get to the weekend of perfect weather and almost perfect racing.

A few new boats running. A few running really well.

Unfortunately, even though this boat had my favorite crew member, it was never photo'd with a blower belt still on it.

 

I saw this dude tearing up the water and throwing numbers around like they were free. I had no idea where this monster came from.

Then I saw the letters with the trademark clover on the side of the hull. No need to dig any deeper why this baby flies. DUH!!!

Some killer flats running really hard in the giant boat count. One had some problems early, but returned to throw it down before the hardware was to be passed out. (photo below)

This baby was hauling the mail and letting the others know that simplicity reigns supreme, and that only one time in 100 does less really equal more.

This guy won the award for best sounding boat through first gear.

My ears are pretty good, but sometimes get deceived. Before this guy turned on the nitrous, this was a good a sounding engine as I have heard in years.

It was like a symphony of destruction. A cacophony of chaos. It was a thing of beauty!

 

Freddie was running really well, and the boat started acting like the performer that we knew it would become. Unfortunately, engine damage Saturday night ended the weekend early.

 

One of the coolest stories was in the crackerbox ranks. The Doidge twinz- (that aren't twins at all)

Took the family boat out to run. Unfortunately, this may be the last photo taken of the cracker in tact.

 

Upon landing, a hole in the hull ended the weekend for the kids, and gave them both an unwanted fire hose of the worst water in human history.

The team has been around, and will certainly be around again. Probably with another home made hull to keep the family tradition alive.

Those of you that know me, know that I love to fake pictures or create and invent things that never really happened.

The photo above is untouched. No photoshop, no imprints of Obama's birth certificate or any other complete frauds.

This is the real raw photo from the camera.

Those cracker kids are insane!!

Then we get to the coolest boat on the water. And it is a good thing Kelly caught this as it was climbing the ring gear, so it can be on the water for years to come.

He was trying the wheelie concept at 700 feet. I guess you have to do what you have to do to not be run down by a hydro.

But this one seemed a little high. It was almost like we were back in the pro gas flat days. Easy there!!

 

At 800 feet he was still hanging fin a bit too high. He promptly threw a tap of plate to it and brought the strut angle to something a bit more appropriate.

 

Internal combustion - good. - - - - - - - - External - bad.

JJ May be the Kink of Beepers. But our JJ is the king of the v-drive parts.

 

I would keep going. But it is too late, and this economy sucks.

I have to get to bed to wake up earlier than humanly comprehensible to work to make enough money for more film for my camera.

Till next time.

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