Wednesday, September 11, 2019

INDYCAR: Gonzalo Rodriguez, A Forgotten Driver



As why does Nobody ever mention the Uruguayan's Name when talking about Fallen Open Wheel Racing Drivers?

Sadly, it seems almost Universal, when anybody writes about Fallen Open Wheel Racing Drivers, the name Gonzalo Rodriguez is never mentioned. Which I find somewhat Odd since after all he drove very briefly for El Capitano', nee Roger Penske.


And I Don't think I've heard his name since a few years ago, when fellow Countryman Santi', nee Santiago Urrutia won what then was the Pro Mazda Championship in 2015, Karmically at the very same Racetrack over the weekend of Rodriguez's passing.

As today marks the Twentieth Anniversary of Gonzalo Rodriguez's Death during Saturday practice for the Championship Auto Racing Teams (CART_ race at Laguna Seca Raceway, where the 27yr Old Uruguayan Died Instantly from his Injuries.


As I find the Video above to be very poignant in light of Anthoine Hubert's recent Death in Formula 2. Along with F2 racer Juan Manuel Correa being Critically Injured in the ensuing Accident, especially since it eerily denotes why Racers do what they do...

No Fenders turns 13. Will it be Lucky 13 or Shades of Others running No. 13?



Tomaso with Buddy Lazier, one of the Coolest, Friendliest and Amiable Persons I've Met! Hangin' Out in the IMS Flagroom, circa 2012, before the Speedway Closed it to the public. (The Tomaso Collection)
Or is it as Unlucky as Racing Cars running thou Shade 'O Green? As how'd that Double Negative turn outs for Yuhs Danica?

Today marks the 13th Anniversary of this "Award Winning" Blogsite No Fenders Born-on Date, or as thou late Esteemed Awntie' Harriet Christened it, Thy No Fenders BLOB! Which began Wayback with the Debutante No Fenders post revolvin' around Christian Klien, remember him?


And Speaking 'O Revolving, Revolver? Here's a 'lil Ditty I Stole from The Beatles, as sing It 'Ol Paul, Ah-One and Ah-Two...

I'm Fixing A Flat Tyre...
And Wonderin' where the Air's leaking Out from, to Stop My Mind Ah-wanderin'
Although It Really Doesn't Matter where the Hot Air goes...


Just wish the Freakin' light would make up its Bloody Mind on whether or not to be Bright, Dark, Hazy, in-between, Drizzlin', Hailing, ah-thunderin' or whatever else Mother Nature can throw at Mwah here upon thou Isle 'O Nofendersville; CRIKEYS!

As it's been another Wacky Year since moving South to Thy new bungalow-by-The-Sea, where thoust Winds are always Ah-Blowin' Mateys!


1996 Indianapolis 500 winner Buddy Lazier's Autographed obtained at the IMS Flagroom. (The Tomaso Collection)
For those of Yuhs Hard Core Racing Afficandos; Err Aficionados, perhaps Y'all are way ahead of Mwah? Knowing of the latest Magically Delicious Lucky Charms Triumberant 'O Racing Drivers to carry Thee Number 13 on Thar vehicles?

As the names of Zachery Claman DeMelo, Pastor Maldonado and Queen Dan-Dan-Danica Patrick sprang to thoust Cranium...

Although I believe that Queen Danicker's now busy Hosting Award Shows. Oh Shit! That's right, I forgot she's become one of NBC's (Nothing But Commercials) Indianapolis 500 Expert Analysts; BARF!

Whilst 'Ol Walldanado' or Crashtor', take your pick, B-A-M! Err Pastor's now become a fairly decent Sports Car racer, albeit in the FIA's World Endurance Championship's lower tier LMP2 category.

And Sorry Zach', but You'll always be Zachary Claman DeMelo to Mwah. Although I can sorta guess why you shortened your name this year. Especially since Gory Speelchequor' always wants to change it to Demerol; YIKES!

Who's apparently Ski-Dattled' back to Montreal, or as 'Ol Awntie' Harriet would correct me, Mont royal! Apparently to continue selling shoes under his ZCD Brand? Since he left this year's Indy Lights campaign after the Indy GP weekend.

Alas, A la last year's riveting No Fenders B-Day shout Out! I simply cannot end the string on thou Number 13, and instead will attempt Humourin' Y'all for at least another Season, in honour of TK' Follow-your-Schnoz! Kanaan and 'Ol SuperTex', since Bloody Hell! My No Fenders Blog Traffic's sufferin' a similar fate in conjunction with A.J. Foyt Enterprise's Dismal 2019 IndyCar campaign...


A few assorted ticket stubs from various Portland International Raceway IndyCar races I've attended previously. (The Tomaso Collection)
And it Hit Me like A Two Ton Heavy Thing! Wherevers' Yuhs Are Geoffrey Tate; Hya! As I'll always be a Warshintonion' at Heart, Me Thinks, even after getting Priced Out of My Home State! Since I haven't Done any Headbangin', except upon Thy Keyboard in a long, long time!


Although suppose I sorta Sealed the Dealio last Fall when electing to forego attending IndyCar's return to Portland, Eh?

Whilst realizing when watching; Err listening to this year's Grand Prix of Portland; Hmm, still No Title Sponsor? That this year represents the first time since attending my inaugural IndyCar race at Portland Wayback in 1987; YOWSA! That it's the first time in 32yrs I haven't attended a single Car race!

Not to mention, albeit it doesn't happen nearly enough, especially now that I live just a quick Hop from thou Gory Pacific Ocean. That I'd rather be walking on the Beach than Stumblin' round a racetrack; But I Digress...

Pixie-the-Wonderdog; WUF-WUF! And Tomaso posing in front of Trenches at Washington's Fort Casey State Park, circa 2016. (The Tomaso Collection)
Ye Blogging Tribulations...
Even though loading my Gynormous No Fenders Posts become more 'N more labour intensive when I can  S-E-E what I'm Uploading on the Bloody Confuzer' Screen these Dazes! Especially with the lighting, or is It Thy Eyeballs? Uhm, Horrendous Glare, Darkness, constantly Shifting light due to the continuously moving trees Shading thou Windows; URGH!

I do still enjoy poondin' out my riveting No Fenders tales for Y'all on a weekly basis. Just not the constant Struggle to S-E-E what I'm typing. Since I Don't think I've mentioned I'm Blind lately, Righto Mary Ellen?


Tiny Bubbles and A Grass Shack...
Not to Toot Thy Horn too loudly, where are Yuhs 'lil toot? Even at my diminished Posting pace, Tuh-Duh! I've posted an amazing 4,000-plus posts here upon No Fenders a Gory 13 years later!  

And like Indy Cars OLD-est Blogger Geo. Phillips say's, I really No longer have any idea how long I'll run the string out and continue doing this Blogging Gig...

Especially now when My ever decreasing typing speed, combined with my continuously faltering eyesight makes Blogging more 'N more challenging each year even before thou Internetz', Blogger.com or Lucy', my ARSE-Steamed Screen Reader AIN'T acting up or Blowin' Ah-gasket; SHEISA!

Thus per Tipicali, like the Drivers say after every race, Thanks to The Fans for showing up here in Nofendersville and reading my eclectic scribblings upon No Fenders!

Whilst this Uber' eclectic mix 'N veritable Spin Cycle 'O finely honed Thomason' Tex-Mex Jambalaya of Wordsmithing wouldn't be possible without A-L-L of the Usual suspects continued yearly support.

Led First 'N Foremost by Mary Ellen, followed by Kuhnaidiun' lass Claire and Blogmeister' Miguel! Along with contributions from Offical' Photographer CARPETS', Snowbyrd MJ', Randal, Thy Moniker King' and the Florencians Jeannie & Stevoe'. With continued assistance from Clyde & Nelie plus the still Mega' Killer official No Fenders logo provided by Artiste Dave!


Oh Yeah, what would be the point without the countless hours of joyous affection from Thy Pixolator, Not Purolator Gory Speelchequor DAMN-IT! Aka Pixie-the-Wonderdog; WUF-WUF!

And lastly, Never Fear, A-LL 3 of my loyal readers, or is it too? I'm going nowheres for another year, groan; Hya! Since we All need a little Humour every day...


Arrivederci
Tomaso

Monday, September 9, 2019

F1: Italian GP Qualifying Not the Only Farcical Event of the Weekend



My-Oh-My! Fly-Fly-Fly Far Away Formula 1 Race Broadcast... Or should that be 30-love Wee-Wee?

Whilst I understand why it happened, that Don't means I gotta be Happy 'bout it, El Correctomundo? Especially since I spent the whole Day Ah-waitin' the ESPN2 Encore Presentation of the Italian Grand Prix. Y'all know when Thee Mothers Shoe Polish lady Breathlessly promises we'll return Exactly where we Left off when we return...

BULLSHIT SISTER!

Having broken my vow of getting up at Oh Bleepin' DARK-30 for Saturday's Qualie' session from Monza, while happy about the outcome, I sat Thar fairly Glazed Over thinking what a Waste that was!


Although I tend to recall that slipstreaming isn't a New affair at Monza, where I believe some obscure driver named Peter Gethin bested a train 'O six cars en route to his lone Grands Prix win at the 1971 Italian Grand Prix, in a Slipstreaming Duel.

As pretty Amazing I Pulled that one outta Thee Wayback Machine, Eh? As it came like a Flash to Mwah...

Thus, the clock slowly stretched on, even going so far as to EGads, Gasp! Tune-in to some RASSCAR Taxi-land Bombers action from Mother Speedway for some lunchtime ambiance; CRIKEYS!

Whale Gollee! Thar still turnin' left, what's that Jeff Burton? They Thar Done justa Turned Left into Turn 2 Yuhs Say? And nowz' Kyle Bush is Ah-turnin' left again into Turn-4? Yeehaw, Getty-up....

But I smelled A Rat when warmin' up Ye Boob-tube' some 10mins before the Italian GP Race replay was to begin at 5PM Pacific, as they seemed to be Prattlin' on Excessively 'bout Baseball and the Reds v Yankees; KEE-RIST! Almighty, who Bloody Cares!

As Five O'clock came 'N went with the FUCKING Baseball game on Le Duesh', nee ESPN2, while I Fumbled 'N Stumbled my way round the Dial Searching Vainly for the motor race to NO Avail!

Hmm, may be it's on ESPNU? Nope lookie Thar, Wada Yuhs know? College Football, Groan! ESPNews? Nope, who knows what that is? ESPN Classic? What The Foobar! Another Bloody Channel I have to Upgrade for...

Then finally the telephone rang, and it was F1 Spotter Jeannie calling to let me know she'd figured out what happened. The Tennis Match on ESPN had gone long.., Fault, Double Fault!

But I Don't Fucking Care 'bout Namby-Pamby Tennis, even if it is the U.S. Open Men's Final! As I wistfully hoped that perhaps the race would be shown after they switched the Trophy presentation back over to ESPN2 around 6:10PM Pacific. As may be they'll start it at 6:30PM?

Nope, that came 'N went, with just the three Talkin' Headz including John McEnroe Warbling On 'bout how Great a Match they'd just witnessed; Blah-BLAHITY-Blah. Show the Freakin' Italian GP!

Instead the Booth Boys Prattled on ceaselessly 'bout the nearly 5hrs epic Duel they'd just watched, with the lead announcer saying Don't Worry John, who'd already proclaimed he needed a Beer...

As soon as we're Done, we're going to show the Match again, but you won't have to call it again John, as I Disgustedly turned off Thy Telie' at 7PM Pacific Brooding over how once again, motor racing gets Screwed by Stick 'N Ball Sports!

As I just Don't get it? Liberty Media's Squakin' about wanting a second Grands Prix in the Good 'Ol United States. Hmm? ARSE-Sumedly to Fill Thar Coffers! But Shit Dudes, You cannot even keep to a common, convenient time to replay races Sunday evenings for those of us who Don't have DVR's or wish to get up at Oh Gory DARK-30 upon thou West Coast!

As it's Funny, Ha-Ha! How Le Duesh' can wipe out 5hrs of Broadcasting to replay a tennis match, but cannot Bump a riveting ESPN 40th Anniversary retrospective et Al upon ESPNews to make way for the Italian Grand Prix?

Like how are Yuhs gonna ever grow your Dwindling Fan Base? Oh Never Mind!


While is it just Mwah? But why does Golden Child Whine so Much when he's Beaten at His own game?