MPM2Nite

All of us have that half-formed memory of the first car we recall from our youth. Mine is Mom’s Rocket Car.

Somewhere along the line, there’s been a fundamental disconnect between the fans’ expectations and the pabulum we’re being force fed week after week.

There’s nothing like a week down the Jersey Shore to refresh an aging soul. Yeah, it was quite hot here in the Northeast while I was away, but generally along the shoreline it was pretty comfortable and if it got a bit hot there were always cans of liquid air conditioning at hand. The sand, the sea, the breezes and girls in their summer clothes. I had to come home, but I know I’ll be back next year and every year after that until I am too old and decrepit to carry a rolled up rice mat and a six pack cooler to the waterline.

It wasn’t that many years ago (OK, it was a few) the annual trek east to the Shore involved a complete disconnect from NASCAR and related news. Nowadays, everybody (except me) has some sort of portable digital device that retrieves information from the web with the alacrity of a Golden Retriever puppy sent after a tennis ball. Thus I was able to keep up with what was going on though whether that’s a blessing or a curse I don’t know.

A majority of the articles focused on NASCAR this week will deal with the traffic situation at Kentucky’s inaugural Cup event and well they should.

NASCAR races pour revenue into a community year after year. If roads need to be widened, widen them. If turn lanes need to be added, add them.