Friday, March 7, 2008

Mamola's Prerace Big-ups (thanks Stuey & MGPN)



Hi folks! It's time once again to leave the Harley on the front porch, salute the star spangled flag in honour of Uncle Buzz Aldrin and sit back in a Louisiana recline as I fire over a few southpaw liberty loving haymakers at city hall and present to you the only race preview you can trust - Randy MamolaTM Official MotoGP big up of the Grand Prix of Iraq

Well with the US army of justice recently and successfully neutralising the threat of a hotdog strike out in the oilfields of Iraq it's without fear that Uncle Randy will open up his pit lane boulevard of Justice for round 1 of the MotoGP season.
Now I'm not sure if we've bombed this place of late but if we have, and for sure I'm sure we will have, it's worked wonders in hoop-shotting the democratically instigated constitution. Everywhere you look you can't see foreigners and for me alone, along with all my brave brothers in arms, this is what makes a foreign country less foreign and for sure more great.

This year MotoGP bigwigs have decided to run the MotoGP race at night. Whilst European readers maybe astonished by such revolutionary thinking might I point out that Baseball, NASCAR and going to the Drive-in movie at about 7-7.30 are all American ideas and yes - all at night.

So who do I, R.Mamola esq, think will be sipping the sweet Florida juice spoils first in the victory lane sidewalk? Well on one hand, we have Hayden who already has one hand on the trophy. But the other hand, on the other hand, we have say Hoppers who singled handily also has one hand, arguably either hand, handing the trophy to himself. But obviously the third hand, on the other hand of the other hand, states that either hand of Edwards has a fair hand in being handed the title to either hand and that any of the three hands, be it a handed hand or a hand that's singled handily handed to the hand of the hand, will be handing back the trophy to into the hands of the USA.

With the American riders more likely than ever to excel in their sophomore year I feel that the battle for 4th place will be a keen and rather boring contest won by which ever rider gets in front at the first bend or by a pre-decided lotto held in pit lane that fixes race positions and guarantees the following 'Thorny for Europe' issues:

(a) No rider may pass another rider unless the manoeuvre has been approved in writing by the race director three working days prior to the event
(ii) No rider may switch off the traction control setting from the factory default European 'front-pushing-wears-briefs-not-boxers' setting.
(3) No rider may feed the cheese to the rear and allow the rear hoop to outspin the front hoop.

It's a constitution guys that I'd never sign up to.

Randy's big race big 1-2-3 away

1st Young Nicky Hayden aka Nicky Hayden
2nd John 'Hopper' Hopkins
3rd Colin Edwards

MVP: Chocolate Brownies
Constructor: Wall Street Journal.

Okay I guess I figure that I'm guessing to figure for sure that it's time to man the gates and cast a farewell to you America Online viewers.

Preview...MotoGP of Qatar (where!?!?)


Some things are just better in the dark. Like the short fat girl at the disco who knows, deep in her blubber encased overstrained heart, that when the cruel daylight reveals her true outer shell she'll be once again be transformed from Beyoncé to Beth Ditto.
Qatar, in all its glory, is the short fat girl - and this one's covered in sand. It's a circuit like no other. Mainly thanks to the fact that no other ridiculous location has yet found the cash to persuade (read: bribe) the powers that be that actually it is a good idea to race a race there.




So the opening round of the 2008 MotoGP season will be run in the desert. But, uniquely, it'll be held at night. Why? Well the official reason is that running a night race will be a lot cooler than one run through the day. Of that there is no doubt. Who could ever have predicted that it may be hot in the middle of a desert through the day?
The unofficial reason for the night race, however, is to hide the fat girl. No one ever turns up to watch the Qatar race. Why would they? The main grandstand is a two-metre garden bench. The spectator car park has space for two full sized camels. The PA is a man who sits between the two spectators and gives his personal opinion on what he thinks might be happening.
All in all this looks bad on TV…unless you hide it.

Luckily for all the track itself will be well lit. Five trillion watts of cheapo electricity will be banged through the many floodlights to give, so the brochure says, lighting as good as the daytime. Take that environmentalists. Which all leads us back questioning "why don't they then run it through the day….oh yeah…cos it's in the middle of the desert…"

So who'll win the Paris to Qatar rally? The wise man would say Casey Stoner. But who would the simpleton pick? You know the guy who's based his prediction on the pre-season babbling and has been confidently betting on Edwards each year to win. Well he'd probably pick Stoner too.
The cocky little Aussie has been awesome pre-season. And if you're a clown and want to claim "Oh…but testing means nothing…" then please go put a large bet on Melandri to win before stating your statement.

At least it will be moderately interesting to see the riders out in action again whilst constantly thinking 'which team has the black bikes again'?
More interesting though (and most things are, Pedrosa excepted) is the mouth-watering prospect of the rookie of the year. Last season a Frenchie won it. He was the only rookie and therefore won it by default. This sums up excellently the 2007 season.
But this season we've four real flyers, each with something to prove:-

Jorge Lorenzo (Fiat Yamaha Team): He wants to prove he can rule the world.
James Toseland (Tech 3 Yamaha Team): He wants to prove that a classical pianist can mix it with the normal people
Alex De Angelis (San Carlo Honda Gresini): He wants to prove that mental illness is nothing to be scared of*
Andrea Dovizioso (Jir Scot Team): He wants to prove he's as good as Lorenzo.

Hopefully this brave new breed, along with young stars like De Puniet, may make 2008 an interesting season. But then again I was optimistic this time last year.

* Not from his point of view anyway

WSBK Round Deux...Australia



Things have been going fantastically. A grid filled to bursting with promising rookies and veterans with something left in the tank. Pits filled with the latest and greatest production-based, two-wheeled rocketships (and Kawasaki). A huge 15 round, 30 race season combining classic, beloved race venues with a smattering of new and interesting tracks. The 2008 Superbike Party is all set to go off, but it turns out there is a turd in the punchbowl.

A cheating turd.

Thumping Ducati's and Angry Aussies have joined forces to spoil all the fun. Sound familiar?

The Axis Of Evil 3.0 do not want excitement. They do not want championships to go down to the wire. They do not want you to think your favorite rider has a punchers chance.* Their idea of fair play is taking a gun to a fencing match. If they had their way we would go back to the year 2004 and the World SuperDuck Championship.

But that would be too obvious, so they have been forced to make due with the 1098+100R.

But for Round 2 at Phillip Island, the harsh reality of impending Ducaussie™ domination could be overlooked thanks to some truly ridiculous riding** and dramatic unpredictability (for every position except first place).

Race 1
The red lights went out, followed instantaneously by the light going out in Michel Fabrizio's brain. Just like that, the first sphincter-tightening moment of the weekend was upon us. As the second factory Ducati stalled out on the first row of the grid, thousands of race fans the world over found out what they were made of.




If you began chanting "nononononononononono!" through clenched teeth, then go to bed tonight in the comfort of knowing you are, deep down, a decent human being.

If you mumbled anything like "yes!" or "sweet!" as a wide smile spread across your lips then lets just say that you, Biaggi, and guys who club baby seals have a lot in common.

Even in the dangerous and abusive world of motorcycle racing, nothing says "impending doom" like a stalled bike. The next 4 seconds felt like 3 hours as each passing wave of machines missed him by less and less. Finally Iannuzzo on a green bike plowed into the Italian (possibly the only time a Kwaka will "beat" a Ducati all year). It will be debated for centuries like the Bigfoot/Lock Ness Monster videos, but it appeared that Fabrizio's right boot was not only knocked off but cleared the above-track mounted camera at escape velocity. Perhaps the astronauts on the International Space Station have a souvenir headed their way.
The now be-socked only foot was amazingly still attached to Michel as he limped off the track. They should make entire racing suits out of that sock material. Less lucky was Iannuzzo whose bike caught his leg, performed a Leg Whip that Hulk Hogan would be proud of and finally sat, sumo-style, on top of the unlucky Ninja pilot.

The red flags came out appropriately midway through the lap followed by Checa realizing too late and demolishing his teammate Kiyonari. Sofuoglu also had to take avoiding action, otherwise Checa would have succeeded in taking out all three members of a three rider team at once, an amazing feat even for one with his bike-bending standards.

Phew!

So the racers re-mounted for the second start and Fabrizio took a noticeably cautious drag off the line. Smart lad. Bayliss lead as the Yamaha's swapped places occasionally, along with Max Noykershnir. Things were friskier further back with Max Biaggi barging forward from 16th on the grid thanks to a machine problem fouling up his SuperPole.

Haga started dropping out of the championshi…oops I mean the race…on lap 4 as Checa, Xaus, Nieto and Biaggi continued to surge forward. Unfortunately it looked too late as Stoner…oops I mean Bayliss…was extending his lead and smug Ducati owners everywhere looked on smugly.

The battle for second (get used to it) was hotting up with 7 riders tightly bunched and Haga gasping off the back. For a few corners we see The Bad Max and Checa together and suddenly flash back to when these two were teammates for the Factory Yamaha 500GP team. For those of you who are just learning this fact, you should probably take a break and go lie down somewhere for a while. It's okay, we'll be here when you have recovered and are ready to proceed.



Biaggi shortly reaches the front of the group and amazingly set off after Bayliss. Honestly it was reminiscent of Rossi getting a bad start, playing with the field then reeling Biaggi in before harassing him into a mistake. Had Biaggi turned the tables and become the hunter?

In a word…no.

Right after the commentator jinxed him by saying Biaggi hasn't crashed in some time, Biaggi dumped it off-camera, depriving us of the uplifting and life-affirming site of an ass cartwheeling through dirt.

The new battle for second continued to rage with plenty of paint trading. The random scrapes of other bikes paint schemes actually improved the looks of the eye-bleeding Suzukis, upgrading them from "Appalling" to "Hideous". Corser especially was up for it and continued to fight his visibly destroyed rear tire around the track. He even soldiered on after a wildly scary near highside out of turn 1. He looked likely to come off at any given moment and really deserved a round of applause no matter where he finished, and then a standing ovation for finishing second as he did.

Ducaussie™ took the victory by miles with the re-booted Fabrizio 3rd and Xaus 4th. Nieto held off Checa for 5th with The Good Max in 7th and Haga a distant 8th, but still ten places ahead of Shoo-Fly "I'm allergic to points scoring positions" Aoyama.


Race 2
Race two damn near saw a repeat of the start line pile-up of race one as Corser started to jump the lights, stopped, then re-started too late and was swamped by the field. Shockingly he got back up to 4th in just a couple of corners. Bayliss lead lap 1 then Fonzi Nieto, who apparently needs one full race under his belt before fully awake, blasted to the front down the start-finish straight.

Corser took his turn at the lead later the same lap, but it was not to last. In fact, Corser was completely incapable of wining this race for three reasons.
1) He and Haga had picked harder tires for race two. They dropped off as if the outer rubber layers covered an inner layer of honey-baked ham.
2) He had jumped the start so would be penalized for a ride-through.
3) He was going to crash.
Not wanting to waste everybody's time, he did the honorable thing and skidded out on lap 4.

Apparently everyone behind the front row of the grid just watch whoever happens to be in front of them rather than the lights, because something like 6 riders followed Corser, pied-piper style into jumping the start. The resulting ride-through penalties did no help to riders like Laconi and Smrz, who were having a decent run (honestly).

Biaggi was charging through the field again, on an even faster pace than last race as he was all over Nieto for 2nd by lap 5. Having learned his lesson from the crash in race 1 he took his time and…just kidding, he totally binned it again.

If he did learn anything it's that crashing at low-speed and off-camera is no fun for anyone, so he did us all a favor and almost ran into Nieto, locked up, tank-slapped then went down in a crumpled heap at 160+mph at the end of the front straight and slid for miles. Best of all he almost got splatted like a bug by his flopping Ducati 1098+100R.
For the weekend as a whole Biaggi turned a likely 50 point haul into 0 points, a fractured wrist and two mangled bikes. Win-win-win I say.

That left Xaus and Checa to bring the fight to Nieto. Checa opened negotiations by stuffing Xaus, feeling sorry for it, then waving a quick apology mid-corner. He even one-upped Haga by not crashing while doing so.

As things settled down up front, we got our first real looks at Lavilla, Sofuoglu, Russel Holland and Kiyonari as they battled over who got to demoralize Haga next. Holland, Elias and Takahashi must be in competition with one another to see who will be the first rider in the world to get their shoulder down without crashing.

Nieto was the next to pick on Nori by executing a waving fist at Xaus while knee down in the middle of turn 1, again without crashing. They make it look so easy, don't they Haga-san?

Commercial break for the new Hayabusa, which now looks more like a dowdy anteater with a thyroid problem than a speedy falcon. The commercial also shows it going in a straight line at a drag strip, further pointing out that they corner only slightly better than the average library.

The Axis Of Evil 3.0 brought home the double, followed by Carlos Checa (!) comfortably (!!) in second (!!!). Perhaps those stories that circulated years ago about Checa and his ridiculously modified R1 tear-assing around go-kart tracks smoking the rear constantly were not bunk.

Nieto completed the podium followed by Xaus then a gap back to Nuikershnir and Kayonari. The Samurai Of Sliding Backward held off Lavilla for 7th. The Rotten Tamada was the top Kawasaki in 14th, earning 2 championship points to take home and polish.

A quick look at the championship table shows just how much the cheating is ruining what would otherwise be a completely random free-for-all. Nieto would be leading for Pete's sake!!

Now we get a one month reprieve before Valencia. A track where the Ducaussie™ once destroyed the entire MotoGP field in a one-off ride. Doesn't exactly bode well does it?


* Unless your favorite rider is Shoe-huh? Aoyama, in which case you knew from the start there was no chance
** more specifically, crashing

Monday, February 25, 2008

Go time!



Xaus leads Biaggi? Yes, please.


The 2008 World Superbike season finally fucking started yesterday at the Losail Curcuit in Qatar. Actually, the races actually happened on Saturday. Normally, races take place on Sunday, but in Qatar, they happen on Saturday due to some crazy religious stuff. They're not even allowed to have Champagne on the podium. The track itself is literally in the middle of the desert of Qatar about 20 miles outside of Doha...miles and miles of run off if someone overcooks a corner.

I was going to write some long-winded recap of the races. instead, you can read Jeff's...it pretty much covers everything.

Clicky...http://churchofchoppers.blogspot.com/search/label/SBK%202008

The highlights for me included; Haga highsiding himself into orbit after taking a hand off the bars to give Biaggi a good finger-wagging, Xaus roughing up Biaggi in race 2, and of course...Bayliss making several trips on to the astro turf, and still robbing Biaggi of the race 1 win. Also...Tardozzi (Bayliss' crew chief) frantically signalling from pit wall for Bayliss to "calm down" during race 1. Of course, Bayliss paid no mind, and you tell by Tardozzi's expression that he was less than pleased. Rumor is that this is Bayliss' last year, so I doubt he will be out their just touring around all season.

Apparently, with the new rules, twin-cylinder bikes are allowed a 1200cc capacity (Ducati have bored out their 1098's to 1200), while the inline 4's are still limited to 1000cc. From what I understand, if Ducati (the only factory running twins in the series) starts to run off with race wins and points, the FIM can alter the rules midseason to reduce any advantage Ducati may have by further restricting airboxes and even adding ballast to the Ducs. Lame. I was pretty obvious, especially in race 2, that the Suzukis were the fastest bikes down the long front straight at Losail.

Anyway...here's the Bayliss/Biaggi last lap pass-a-thon from race 1. Note Bayliss' look over the shoulder mid-pass.



Haga's faceplant...en Espanol.



Next weekend...Phillip Island. Tasty.



T...out

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Suspect Killa

B-Frogg bags a kill. Soundtrack courtesy of the Strawberry Short Bus Y2K Compliant Sound Machine Collaboration Project Experiment Orchestral Movement Revolution Express. Plus Tax.


Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Ride The Wild Tube

ketchup, mustard, and extra onions, sea food plate.




Rive Rike A Lefugee

Will someone please reupholster my chair.


Drinking with The Dad

Well shit. No work today due to the (rather weak) snow storm. Me figured I'd have a drink and smoke with pops. The pic is him in the 6-tees. He was in garage band called the Chateaux who played around the Midwest quite a bit...more specifically the now-defunct Roof Garden up at Lake Okoboji. Anyhoo...his band somehow landed a week-long gig as Sonny and (pre-fake jugs) Cher's backup band. So...this is him backstage not learning their crappy songs...all the while keeping an eye on my drink-n-smokes. Good eye, pops.Outside me winder this morning.



Gonna pull the trigger on this deal. It'll be good for scooting around town and at (not on...duh) the track. Just gotta learn the Red to not topple over like a short-arsed, drunken Weeble as she might actually be allowed to pilot this 10 horsepower street weapon all by her lonesome. Run to the hills! Maiden rocks.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Las Vegas

Red, Blackbird Johnson, Ping Pong, and myself went to Las Vegas this weekend. The Strip is crap...$27 for a Vodka/Red Bull and a White Russian...fuck that noise. The downtown area, however, is the way to go. All in all, it was a good trip...and none of our fish died. Although, I guess I missed a cat fight @ Lucky's final night. Bummer.

Our bartender at the Fitz



Piano dude wasn't doing it for me.


WWJay MoralD?


Bellagio


Jeremy and PP


The Strip (duh).


Unsteady T


More Later. T...out.

Friday, January 25, 2008

I've added a poll.

It's at the bottom of the page.
Get there.

I'm fuckin' fired, dude.

I was going to send these to Jeff for his bloggy blog, but chose to post them here instead. Red, Blackbird Johnson, Pingpong, and myself are Vegas-bound tomorrow. Peace out, bitches.










T...out.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Identity crisis.

Carla (Black Moor...Queen of the tank. Much respect.)
Turk (Black Moor...Carla's he-bitch.)
J.D. (Schizo Goldfish.)
Elliot 2 Electric Boogaloo (Neurotic, nympho Goldfish.)
Sweaty Teddy (Black Moor)
The Todd (Pansexual Black Moor.)
Kenny (Clawed Frog)
Spenny (Clawed Frog)
Chuck D. (Revolutionary Fantail. Hates the Albino Goldfish.)
Flava Flav (Fucking dead, yo...911's a joke.)
T-Ray (Shark...just sits there and looks stoned.)
Joey Hollywood (Shark...sweats a lot and picks on smaller fish.)
Hopkins (Fat Ass, Overeating Clawed Frog.)
Roger Leeanne (Clawed Frog)
Frick (Red Mollie)
Frack (Red Mollie)
George (Mollie)
Paul (Mollie)
Ringo (Mollie)
John (Mollie that died)
Rontrose (Suckerfish)
Eddie Spaghetti (Suckerfish)
Lump (Goldfish)
Peaches (Goldfish)
Vanilla Ice (Big Albino Goldfish)
Matt (Comet...All up in Heather's junk.)
Heather (Comet...She gets much love, yo.)
Skidmark (Goldfish w/a black stripe on it's back.)
Breakfast (Big feeder)
Lunch (Another big feeder fish.)
Dinner (Yet another big feeder fish.)
Snack (Just got eaten by Hopkins.)
The Exploited (Small Goldfish with a freakishly large fin on it's back.)

...and 5 or 6 other random feeder fish that will soon call a frog's stomach "home".

T...out.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Froggy Style

Party People

Ya don't say...



Radio Caroline @ GT

All I can say is "holy shit!". These guys haven't played a show in several years, yet they rocked our socks off! Thanks dudes!

















Oh yeah...Chad was there, too.






























































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Saturday, November 10, 2007

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Saturday





Strawberry Shortcake and myself went down to the Mews to see the By the Beard of Zeus/Skin of Earth/WOTMC/Taciturn show. After playing "turd polisher" (sound duder) for several years, I'm finally to the point where where I want to go see shows again...this was a good'un. Snakehead wooed the ladies (scribe's woman included) as the sax player for By the Beard of Zeus, and then dropped bombs as the bass player for Taciturn. A word to the wise; if you go to the StarBar on Ingersoll, please refrain from tipping the bald man of color who bar tends there(see final pic). The highcourt of "T" has found him guilty of several counts of "douchebaggery", with a sentence to be carried out forthwith. Long story, short...fuck that guy.