Problems With Race

Well, the Great American Redneck Whinefest started yesterday. It will continue until November, and you can bet the whine will be flowing freely. I am, of course, talking about NASCAR. Did you ever hear so many grown men whine and moan about just about everything that happens?
And, another thing...why is it that no matter where these guys are from they sound like they stepped right out of the movie Deliverance? You would think all of these NASCAR guys from North Carolina, the home of southern whining. But, some of these guys are from New England and California and other equally strange places. Yet they all have that same whiny southern twang.
"I don't unnerstan why DJ ran up on top o' me like he did. I mean if he was a rookie or sump'n I could unnerstan it, but that boy knowed better than to do what he did." They all say virtually the same thing, they just change the initials to whomever was the last one to run them off the track.
Why can't they just do drugs and abuse women like the other big sports celebrities? No, these good ol' boys love their mammas, the flag, their Hooters Chevrerlay and the entire Hooters Chevrerlay team, and they love to whine.
Speaking of auto crashes, as I segue into something comfortable, did any of you drive in to Richmond from the Williamsburg area this morning? I've never seen so little snow do so much damage to so many fool drivers. I truly do believe that the most ignorant so and so's on the road are the SUV drivers. I bet I counted fifteen SUVs in ditches, lying on their sides or tops, crashed into trees and whatever else 1/16th of an inch of snow can do to you.
How fast must these morons have been going? Are they so stupid that they truly don't realize that having a big fancy car does not protect you from ice? Interstate 64 was a nightmare this morning and primarily because of pick-up truck and SUV drivers. And, I'm sure since most of these guys fancy themselves as would-be NASCAR stars, they'll all whine about someone else forcing them off the road.
Well, here's a little tip to you SUVers, you did it all by yourself. When there's ice on the road, reasonably intelligent drivers slow down, but not you guys. You come flying past us at 65 or 70 mph, thinking your big shiny tank-like vehicles come with a license to drive like a maniac. And then thirty minutes later we come creeping past you as you examine your smashed up front or rear end. I would laugh at you, but I'm just too nice a guy.
What I would love to see, even pay dear money to see, is a race featuring a bunch of them dang fool SUV drivers. Get them out on the track and let 'em at it. Now, you'd see some crashes. And, yep, I bet you'd hear some good whining as well. And that always makes for an entertaining combination.