By MONTE DUTTON Click here. I enjoyed the wide world of motorsports on Saturday. “Spanning the globe to bring you the human drama of sports … the thrill of victory ... the agony of defeat,” I watched a little Indy Car qualifying from Laguna Seca – perhaps my favorite road course because of “the corkscrew” …
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The gallant young daredevils of Daytona Beach
By MONTE DUTTON (Pixabay photo) Click here. I don’t often spend as much time in a day and night watching automobile races anymore. Once the Xfinity race in Daytona Beach, Fla., had been rained out on Saturday and rained out at 11 a.m. Monday and finally conducted sometime around 9 p.m., I had most of …
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As The Salesman Says, You Can’t Afford Not To …
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, April 28, 2017, 11:15 a.m. I spend a lot of time writing, and I spend another considerable chunk writing about how you need to read … my writing. Tell my whyyyyyy, whyyyy, why, why, why! Whyyyyyy, why should you read my boooooks? Among the reasons is I have expenses. I have …
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Various Absurdities of the Televised Sporting Life
Between episodes of an irreverent short story, I’ve decided today to write about sports in this space, rationalizing it on the basis that what will be written forthwith is fictitious and exaggerated. ORCHESTRAL INTRO “Live from Grand Canyon Arena in Teaneck, New Jersey, it’s the finals of the Rust Belt Conference Men’s Basketball Tournament, matching …
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NASCAR Will Never Find Another Leprechaun
Clinton, S.C., Tuesday, June 10, 2014, 9:51 a.m. In many years of watching NASCAR and writing about it, I knew saints and sinners, workaholics and con artists, contenders and pretenders, but I only knew one leprechaun. I never saw Junie Donlavey dance, and I doubt he thought Lucky Charms were “magically delicious,” but he …
High, Wild, and Handsome
The boy showed up at the third-turn crossover gate in the coveralls he wore while racing his go-kart. The security guard recognized him and waved him across the track in the yellow ‘55 Chevy his dad had given him for his sixteenth birthday. Beau Farnsworth was feeling his oats, having won his 35-lap feature earlier …
High, Wild and Handsome, Final Part
On race mornings, Beau Farnsworth always walked pit road, long before gates swung open and fans, armed with their “hot passes,” streamed into the garage. The sun hadn’t long been up. A cool breeze fought in futility against the gathering heat. Down near turn one, Beau sat on the whitewashed pit wall. He knew but …
High, Wild, and Handsome, Part One
The boy showed up at the third-turn crossover gate in the coveralls he wore while racing his go-kart. The security guard recognized him and waved him across the track in the yellow ‘55 Chevy his dad had given him for his birthday. Beau Farnsworth was feeling his oats, having won his 35-lap feature earlier in …
Nightrider's Lament 