Thursday, February 14, 2013

Jay Penske sends Katherine Legge the ultimate Valentines gift!

I must say that I was genuinely surprised by the announcement that Dragon Racing’s second seat, the No. 6 entry widely tipped to belong to Katherine Legge was instead being occupied by ‘S-Squared, aka Sebastian Saavedra this season instead when announced upon Tuesday. Being the very same day I’d mused to Lisa how refreshing it was not having any current Villains in motor racing at the moment, a byproduct of the excruciatingly long off season and how I’d hoped to enjoy the upcoming season without any but highly doubted that would happen. And then viola; SHUHZAMM! Enter my hero Jay ‘Pissinbootz Penske; Tuh Duh!

This action to replace Legge was taken by Penske “Jnr,” who apparently enjoys the shadyness of Hollywood and TrueCar’s CEO Scott Painter, who allegedly perceive Saavedra to be a better candidate then Thy ‘Leggy Juan this year and naturally Katherine Legge has every right to be royally pissed about her unceremonious sacking!

 “In a terse statement, Legge said she had a two-year contract with Dragon and the team stole sponsor TrueCar for Saavedra.”
"I firmly believe that Dragon Racing and TrueCar cannot proceed without me and I will be taking legal action to protect my rights," Legge said.”

As last year’s trials ‘N tribulations of the Dragon Racing teams sophomore season have already been well documented - with the abortive effort of utilizing ‘Luddi-lumps to start the year before suing Lotus to dump the woefully inadequate “Powered by Lotus” engines in favour of the Bowtie, albeit only securing a single engine supply after Indianapolis where the team was granted two Chevy’s and Legge made her Indy 500 debut successfully, finishing 22nd after passing her Rookie Orientation at the last moment.

"It was a very difficult season last year, we did very little testing and I was made to sit out of some of the races," said Legge, who also alleged her quest for sponsorship was hurt by Penske's arrest in August for allegedly breaking into the Nantucket Yacht Club and later urinating on the boots of a woman who confronted him in the parking lot.
"Jay Penske's actions in Nantucket really hurt my ability to find additional and personal sponsors, and it was highly embarrassing, especially with the message that we were trying to portray regarding the empowerment of women in motorsport,"


Legge also asserted that Jay Penske had promised Painter to bring Penske Auto Groups onboard as additional sponsors to her No. 6 TrueCar entry after she brought Truecar to Dragon, but this never materialized.

Legge finished off with some sharp British wit by claiming;
"I can tell you that I feel like I have been treated very unfairly in all of this and the last thing I feel at the moment is `Empowered!'"


Hmm? Somehow I doubt that Legge and Jay’s new squeeze Mrs. Melloncamp will be spending time trading hairstyle & makeup tips anytime soon, eh?

(Quotes taken from AP’s Jenna Fryer story Legge threatens Legal Action against Dragon Racing. Source: seattletimes.com)

Queen of Dance...


Queen of the modern dance - Isadora Duncan. (Source: lkwdpl.org)
Nope! It AIN’T Queen Danica; although she indeed is the Queen of another type of dance, but we’ll leave that for another day - especially since she’s probably busy with ‘Ricky-boy, albeit traditionally I post my oh so clever ditty in honour of thy Queen upon this most special day of days...


This story instead was inspired by that marvelous ‘lil book I just can’t quit raving ‘bout called: They Went That-a-Way by Malcolm Forbes, and instead I found the following tale about a different sort of dancer most intriguing...

As this Femme Fatale is none other than the long forgotten about stage performer extraordinaire named Isadora Duncan whose exploits probably rank right up there with “Helle Nice”, another prolific dancer of the day, albeit Nice’s death was far less flamboyant...

Isadora Duncan was born in San Francisco on May 27, 1877 - a long, long time ago; as this riske dancer who frowned upon the institution of marriage sired two illegitimate children to two different men, who sadly were both killed unexpectedly in 1913 when the parked, driverless car they were sitting in tragically rolled downhill and plunged into the Seine River.

Duncan did later marry a Soviet poet who committed suicide after she divorced him and herself later tried committing suicide along with being involved in two serious automobile accidents.

Yet this most flamboyant dancer who was credited with the creation of modern dance would be banned from performing in Boston in 1922 due to her thinly translucent costumes she wore upon stage! Yet being more popular abroad, she chose to live in Europe instead.

And according to Forbes, Isadora was known to prance around the streets of Paris clad only in a Roman toga complete with bare legs and sandals; Ooh la la mon cherrie...

On the evening of September 14, 1927, after having spent the evening walking a Paris promenade, the always fashionably dressed Duncan, replete with a long flowing hand painted red silk scarf around her neck, with long tresses of the scarf freely flowing behind her backside climbed aboard a Sports Car she’d previously approached the owner about going in for a ride. And since Y’all have most likely already kerb hopped to the conclusion I won’t make you wait any longer...

Isadora Duncan
May 27, 1877 - Sept 14, 1927
Exotic Dancer killed by scarf caught in Bugatti’s wheel - a racing driver behind the keyboard?

Ah, this is where the story gets interesting, along with reputedly having been misrepresented over ‘N over on that all knowing world-wide-web thingy... As even Malcolm Forbes seems to have fallen foul of this romantic notion that Duncan perished at the fate of a Bugatti Sports Car; as the mystery man behind the wheel that fateful night has since been identified as BenoĆ®t Falchetto who reportedly was of French-Italian lineage, served as an Italian pilot during World War I, sparingly raced automobiles between 1928-35, along with motorcycles and was a mechanic and garage proprietor - of whom Duncan met and reputedly was smitten with, hence the request to go fast aboard the sports car and perhaps other endeavours afterwards...

Yet naturally now I cannot find very much upon the late Monsieur Falchetto whose ‘WICKEDpedia page has been removed ‘N blocked; WTF? And thus I’ll just go off of what Bugatti builder (dot) com reports on its forums page, that instead, the fatal automobile that Duncan met her fate aboard was instead a 1924 Amilcar Grand Sport - naturally, another long lost automobile I’d never heard of before, which were produced from 1921 to 1940 and ceased production afterwards due to something known as World War II.

But back to the gruesome part of the story, eh? As Mademoiselle Duncan climbed aboard for her moonlit evening’s ride, neither she nor Falchetto noticed that her monstrous scarf’s end had fallen outside of the motor carriage and was subsequently caught beneath an open rear wheel, further wrapping itself upon the rear axle and as the car sped away viola! Duncan was catapulted from the vehicle and her neck snapped instantly!

Von voyage mon cherrie...

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Master Fabricator dies...

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, as its kind of like how all the Tuskegee Airmen, WWII veterans and thee “Greatest Generation” are dying each day, that we’d be seeing a perishing of the old guard of racers too; as first we lost Phil Hill, then Carroll Shelby and now Phil Remington...

And if you’re a died in the wool FoMoCo racing fanatic or Sports Car nut who’s ever studied their links in endurance racing, then you’ll definitely know who ‘Ol ‘Rem was, as he was the  Fabricator Extraordinaire who made ‘Ol Shel’s Sports Cars projects winners, i.e.; Cobra’s and the almighty Ford GT 40’s; not to mention a long association with Dan Gurney’s All American Racers...

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

The Tomaso Files: Four legged Friends on thee brain...

Nice to be away from the gloom ‘N doom; Err countless gray skies, darkness and precipitation for the past ten days having traded in my mucklucks, raincoat, hat ‘N gloves for an early respite in shorts ‘N short sleeve T-Shirts - mostly with tags, fortunately! For thy benefit of wearing correctly; Hya! In thy Valley of the sun as Y’all know.

Thus a very good time was had indeed doing virtually nothing; most importantly giving my faltering eyeballs a nice rest from Zed ‘Confuzer and its ominous cathode ray glow! Whilst having literally gone to thee ‘Dawgs; ‘Woof Woof!

As Blogmeister Miguel’s Houseanda is also part ‘N parcel to Dog sitting Central as we were literally overrun by a pack of barking ‘Habenero’s; Hur-hur-hur! Err, those oh so cute ‘N friendly Havanese - if only they could do ‘somme-thun about their ear piercing insistent shrill ‘lil doggie barking; YIKES!

And speaking ‘O precious puppies, we did indeed record this year’s mighty Puppy Bowl IX just in order to check out ‘Dem Hedgehog Cheerleaders along with Hamster-cam provided by two Hamster blimp pilots and a parrot busily “tweeting” all game long - not to mention the oh so cuddly “CUTE CAM” and a bevy ‘O precious puppy dogs...

Thanxs solely to No Fenders ‘Offical Photographer ‘CARPETS, I learned upon my return that we’ll probably NO longer be treated to the ‘Wundernous ‘O Mrs. Dashley (Ashley Judd) skipping to her loo down pit lane at IMS in her clingy summer dress as apparently the Franchitti’s have decided to call it quits after 11-years of matrimony.

Thus I found it a ‘Wee Bit ironic that I’d been thinking of how The Brothers Franchitti reminded me of The Brothers Schumacher, albeit now Dario isn’t like the others whom all are married...

And not to be outdone was thee ‘Kimster, as reportedly Kimi has also put his marital bliss upon ice, (hey Y’all knew that was coming...) having decided to split with his wife of eight years, ex-Miss Scandinavia Jenni Dahlman; while I’ve been loathe to say anything ‘bout Jay “Pissenbootz” Penske’s impending marriage to Mrs. Melloncamp, nee Elaine Irwin.

Meanwhile, a somewhat quick perusal upon thee A-L-L knowing Blogosphere revealed that there’s finally some worthwhile movements occurring in the solidifying ‘O Silly Season with the biggest news surely being A.J. allmendinger’s impending IndyCar test for Penske Racing at Sebring, as the test is billed as an audition for a ride at Indy this year with Team Penske, which surely AJ will pass with flying colours and I personally look forward to seeing him at Indianapolis this May.

Most surprising to Mwah was James Jakes announcement to be ‘grahamcracker’s (Graham Rahal) teammate at Rahal Letterman Lanigan Racing in surely what was money related move, can Y’all say Pay-driver? As I’d personally been hoping this was where Ryan Briscoe would land. Yet congrats to Jakes in what should be a move up from the Minnowesqe Dale Coyne Racing outfit, eh?

As I’m starting to worry about Briscoe’s future as I prematurely worry the affable Aussie may be forced to take up residence alongside Justin ‘BIG-UNIT Wilson at DCR? While I think his only other options are a long shot ride aboard ‘cheep Ganassi’s fourth car or better yet le ‘Hamburgular’s (Sebastain Bourdais) teammate at Dragon Racing with thy ‘Leggy Juan, nee Katherine Legge as the meat in the Dragon-flies sandwich?

And speaking ‘O FURR-Rocious four legged friends, had an entertaining discussion in Arizona about a book I’ve just gotta read, as Greg-the-Drummer who I call Greg Peart (NO relation to thee rhythm professor...) said he’d read a great book called The Art of Racing in the Rain when in Alaska last summer... Oh you mean the book that Dr. McDreamy, nee Patrick Dempsey has bought the rights too and intends to make into a movie one day, right? To which ‘Blogmeister Miguel has confirmed by finding a link to a trailer for the movie coming out in 2014.


With Dempsey’s links to the Pacific Northwest growing stronger continuously by having bought our faltering Tully’s coffee out of bankruptcy over rival Starbucks offer - intending to keep it alive instead of converting into more “Star-bleeps!” Not to mention his previously racing with Team Seattle to raise funds for Seattle’s Childrens Hospital...

Thus, I guess I know what my next two movies will be upon the big screen, as I eagerly await Ronnie Howard’s RUSH sometime this year; Oh Crap! I forgot about that ‘LUV-able ‘S-CAR GO! Turbo; Hya! So that’s actually three racing related movies on the docket...  

Monday, February 11, 2013

F1: 2013 Winter Testing - Four different leaders, two Fires and a Pothole...

Red bull shows off its Infiniti for the colour purple with its new 2013 F1 challenger - the RB9. (Source: joesaward.wordpress.com)
Ah, its that time of the year  once again, when everybody is most buoyant ‘bout the hopes of a new Formula 1 racing season - as hope springs eternal with A-L-L of the F1 Constructors talking turkey; Err gallantly about their prospects  for the fast approaching season whilst I myself was off doing a different sort of “Winter Olympics” by catching multiple golden hues of warmth & sunny skies in the Valley of the sun while the F1 boyz were limbering up in the sunny climes ‘O Jerez, Spain themselves and thus, your humble No Fenders  scribe has only had time to puruse the results from the first ‘Offical F1 Winter Olympics test session which apparently Mercedes kicked off with a bang, eh? I mean talk ‘bout fire in the hole; CRIKEYS!

Yet la Scuderia, nee Scuderia Ferrari also showed off its ability to bellow “Smoke On!” When new recruit Pedro de la Rosa was sent scurrying from the cockpit when his Ferrari F138 was seen billowing with ominous black clouds ‘O smoke; Aye Karumba!

And the timesheets were topped by four different leaders from three different teams while a nebulous pothole tried scuttling the final day’s testing with a lengthy delay for some of that quick drying “Mud” to be poured upon it...

 


Friday, February 8, 2013

An entertaining Top-10 list to Challenge Your Knowledge of Aristocracy...

Wrapping up my somewhat elongated ramblings upon British Nobility, this story seemed perfectly suited to the mix - as I even surprised myself by actually knowing six of the ten names profiled in this entertaining yarn spun by the fine folks over at Richards F1. As how many of Formula 1 racing’s Aristocracy do you think you can name? BUUZZZZZZZZZ.... Put ‘Dem pencils down, times up! As one of these should be a dead give away, after all having raced under the name Prince Bira...

Monday, February 4, 2013

Noblemen, Queens of Dance and Kings of their Own Destinies...

Perhaps it’s just Mwah; ‘Whale definitely Mwah since this enlightenment first struck me some three plus months ago... As usual, falling foul to that nebulous death star matter known here at NoFendersville as that all consuming black hole called the NoFenders Wormhole Vortex... Hey! Y’all didn’t think I was talking ‘bout the Mayan’s black hole did Yuhs? Hya! But I digress. (See, I’m doing it again, scribbling another elongated rant...)

Thus, last September, with the news of Professor Eric Sidney “Sid” Watkins death, I found his passing a ‘Wee bit symbiotic, or was it simply just thee ‘Karmic Whip once again smacking Mwah upside the head? As we all know that ‘Prof died at the age of 84 on Sept 12, 2012, but what struck me as ironic was the following sentence.

“Watkins had been suffering from cancer and reportedly passed away at the King Edward VII Hospital in London, surrounded by his family.”

NO! I’m not surprised about his family being gathered bedside, but notice the name of the hospital, as in King Edward VII... Just how many of Y’all know exactly who that is? As I myself was totally unawares of the past King’s background until magically happening to read about him in a great ‘lil book I was painstakingly reading thru at a snail’s pace titled: And they Went That-A-Way by Malcolm Forbes published in 1988 when I first began scribbling these thoughts.

Ah, but old Sod, your eyes are SHIT! As you’ve gone all uh-flutter over the WRONG King my poor boy... As in seven comes before eight!

As I’d marveled at the irony of how the Bloody ‘Brits had named a highly established hospital in the named of King Edward VIII; Y’all know thee Duke of Windsor... OOPS! As I’d found it hilarious that the departed King who’d abdicated himself from the throne just a scant eleven months into his term in order to marry American Wallace Warfield Simpson - had somehow had his name resurrected later in life, long after his death - which prior to the Duke of Windsor had sworn to never set foot  again in England until the royal family publicly acknowledged his bride!

Thus you can somewhat understand my cynicism’s disappointment that it was the previous King Edward (VII) number  seven who ruled from Jan, 1901 to May, 1910, albeit I suppose perhaps he was the most safe? As this momentary curiosity has caused me to lightly puruse the history of the British Monarchy for the first time ever!

As Forbes book is full of fascinating vignettes about the nobility’s bloody and controversial murders of King Edward VII’s predecessors - those named Edward and George...

King Edward II
Reign: July 7, 1307 - Jan 25, 1327
This young King, son of the first Edward, was unpopular from day one, as the 23yr old King apparently openly flaunted his zest for homosexuality by carrying on an affair with palace squire Piers Gaveston. Even stooping so far as to name his lover (Gaveston) Earl of Cornwall, which rankled the Lords so mightily that he instantly went into hiding before being captured and promptly beheaded a few years later!

Yet Edward also had two wife’s whom bore him five children, while the King’s short two decades reign was spent constantly at war before ultimately being savagely murdered at the age of 43; having been removed from the throne the year prior due to incompetence by his wife Isabella.

Queen Isabella, also known as the “SheWolf of France,” had grown tired of her husband ignoring her and hence plotted to have their son Edward III installed instead - reputedly under the control of Isabella and her boyfriend.

Reportedly the King who was kept prisoner for months in hopes of falling ill from horrendous dungeon conditions, was killed by having a red-hot poker rammed up his Arse; YIKES!

Hmm? Why does that make me think of the 23 year-old Indian woman just brutally raped and killed with a metal rod by seven men on a bus joyride in Mumbai...

King Edward V
Reign: April 9 - June 26, 1483
The boy-king who would never be crowned King, the son of King Edward IV was thrust into power upon the unexpected death of his father at the age of 42. Yet having always resided outside of London, the twelve year old prince would need to ride four days to London in order to be coronated.

Yet along the way, Edward’s uncle Richard, had members of the entourage arrested and personally escorted the would-be king the rest of the way, where the boy was promptly placed inside the Tower of London, while his coronation date simply kept being postponed.

In a power struggle over the throne, Edward’s mother Queen Elizabeth lost out to Richard, whom quickly was anointed King Richard III, while Edward V and his three-years younger brother, also named Richard, who Elizabeth had sent to the Tower to give Edward  company, simply vanished from sight and were never seen again - most believing the boys were smothered  to death by pillows, although apparently the exact date remains a mystery.

In 1674, as workers were repairing some stairs at the tower, they unexpectedly found a wooden chest with the sets of two young boys bones inside it, which were promptly believed to belong to the missing boys and subsequently were entombed at Westminster Abbey, whilst Richard III, who’s remains have possibly just been discovered - was killed in battle by King Henry VII, who’s wife  just so happened to be the former Queen Elizabeth... 

King George V
Reign: May 6, 1910 - Jan 20, 1936
Some claim that King George V wasn’t exactly a particularly great ruler, albeit he did rule Great Britain thru World War I and beyond. No, it appears that this King’s more noteworthy accomplishments were that of his death, when a half century after the King’s death, it was reported that he was actually killed.

As Lord Dawson published the affairs of the King’s last days by stating that he’d administered a lethal dosage of morphine and cocaine to the comatose King in order to speed his departure along...

To which Malcolm Forbes notes that euthanasia is illegal in Britain, and wonders just how many more stories would have been written with the public knowledge of such events at the time of the King’s death...

Duke of Windsor
(King Edward VIII)
Reign: Jan 20 - Dec 11, 1936
As previously mentioned, Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Patrick David, son of King George V, became King Edward VIII briefly during 1936 - although never crowned, ruling the throne for a minimal 326-days before abdicating himself in order to marry Wallace Simpson, as his brother King George VI, who succeeded him, suggested that he henceforth be referred to as The Duke of Windsor, with Simpson becoming the Duchess of Windsor.

Ironically, the Duke finally returned to England to be buried, after his niece Queen Elizabeth II had granted his wish that his wife could be laid to rest alongside him whenever her time came - whilst Edward V & VIII constitute half of the monarchy’s nobility to have never been crowned King...

Goodness gracious Old Man, what in earth does this have to do with motor racing, Y’all might be saying?

‘Whale nothing much really other than being very loosely tied  to the late, great ‘Prof, whose memorial services have just taken place recently upon January 18th at Marylebone Parish Church in London. (Plus its winter and we’re in the midst of a half year’s IndyCar off season...)


Not to mention the entire hubbub over Prince Willy’s Duchess Kathryn’s impending motherhood, and what the royal couple will name him or her? As it would be a bit ironic if it turned out to be a boy named Edward, as in later life becoming King Edward IX, right? As hopefully it won’t be named Henry, after his younger brother “Harry” who apparently has a penchant for playing strip billiards in “Sin City...”

As I’d assume the safest bet would be to name him the ‘Wee Charlie, after all I’d just watched on SPEED in early December how the royal family’s car collection was featured at last summer’s Goodwood Festival’s Cartier Concours de Elegance - during the Queen ‘Mum’s diamond jubilee, where one of the two prince’s got the honour of driving “Pop’s” pristine Aston Martin DB5 that Queen Elizabeth II had given him for his 21st birthday; while of course if it’s a girl, then I’d presume that Diana would be a popular choice, eh?

And then of course there’s the unfortunate death of Nurse Jacintha Saldanha, (46) who fell foul of being pranked by two ‘Aussie DJ’s into believing that Queen Elizabeth and son Prince Charles were on the “blower;” Err telephone seeking to find out about Duchess Kathryn’s health, who apparently was recovering from an acute bout of morning sickness ironically at King Edward VII’s hospital...