What I learned on my summer vacation — thanks to an 11 YO boy…
…obsessed with Top Gear:
This factoid, for one thing, retailed somewhere on the long journey north and east of Mt. Diablo into the uninhabited quadrant of California:
“Why no, son. I did not.”
But, good father that I hope to be, come the return to sporadic internet service, I did a little research and came up with something to show my son. Sadly, though, it may be the most perfect expression of the pron aesthetic I’ve ever seen, all desire, all objects, and that driving, relentless beat:
And yes, I know that gazillion dollar non-or-barely-street-legal-cars are mere distractions from the chaos of our times — but as a bonus, check out the single craziest bit of flying my (admittedly non-pilot) eyes can recall seeing.* The pilot here seems to be someone for whom juggling six knives while balancing a cyanide tablet on clenched teeth does not sufficiently engage:
How about that dipsy-doo over the runway? Pray to FSM that this flyer never chooses a second career in an Alitalia cockpit. I don’t want to be approaching Rome when the boredom gets to him…
More serious (aka depressing) blogging to come. But for now, consider this a wretched excess open thread.
*And I saw the head test pilot for British Aerospace show off the Harrier at the Farnborough Airshow right after the Falklands War. He could make that little plane do all kinds of tricks — but this Italian guy so far out-crazies him that it just ain’t funny. (For an example of just how weird the Harrier could be, check out this clip from a later Farnborough display.)cars, Cool Video comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.