It doesn’t seem all that long ago that I arrived in Adelaide. So for a place where time apparently moves so slow that they’re currently 20 years behind the rest of Australia, I’m surprised at how fast the last three days have passed me by. You could say they passed by V8 Supercar fast, but then I’d likely punch you in the face with a fish. S’how I roll.
Despite how quickly it passed, I’ve also had a great time these last three days. And speaking of great times, what’s the one thing every V8 Supercar driver and Michael Clark have in common? They all hate a Bingle. You should hear me right now; I’m making that ba doom tssch noise that I don’t do very well. Apparently you can’t either, but I bet right now you’re trying, and subsequently looking like a fool. Don’t worry though I’m sitting at Adelaide airport trying to perfect my tsssch technique.
If you were thinking the one thing they have in common is seeing Lara Bingle naked I would suggest that there isn’t anyone who hasn’t seen Ms Bingle’s bangles, and then slap you about the face with a fish. S’how I…. wait a second, that’s the same line as before.
So on to the Lara Bingle 500, I mean the Clipsal 500, the Lara Bingle 500 is another ‘activity’ altogether and possibly more exciting than any motorsport event could ever dare be. But having said that, I double dare you that the Clipsal 500 comes in about half a turn of anti roll bar off being just as exciting.
The racing was close and mostly clean, given that past races at the 500 have ended in teams needing to resurrect old chassis’ while they build new one’s to replace those destroyed at Clipsal and, despite Whincup’s best efforts to win six on the trot, there was never a clear winner until the end of the last lap.
It does however feel like an age ago that I all but wrote Garth Tander off for 2010 and I find great irony in the result this weekend. Shortly after the Bahrain race I proclaimed that Garth Tander would require a miracle to turn his season around, and perhaps he found that in the City of Churches. Ba-dom-tsscch!
So long Adelaide, and thanks for all the fish
14 March 2010 20:03 PMIt doesn’t seem all that long ago that I arrived in Adelaide. So for a place where time apparently moves so slow that they’re currently 20 years behind the rest of Australia, I’m surprised at how fast the last three days have passed me by. You could say they passed by V8 Supercar fast, but then I’d likely punch you in the face with a fish. S’how I roll.
Despite how quickly it passed, I’ve also had a great time these last three days. And speaking of great times, what’s the one thing every V8 Supercar driver and Michael Clark have in common? They all hate a Bingle. You should hear me right now; I’m making that ba doom tssch noise that I don’t do very well. Apparently you can’t either, but I bet right now you’re trying, and subsequently looking like a fool. Don’t worry though I’m sitting at Adelaide airport trying to perfect my tsssch technique.
If you were thinking the one thing they have in common is seeing Lara Bingle naked I would suggest that there isn’t anyone who hasn’t seen Ms Bingle’s bangles, and then slap you about the face with a fish. S’how I…. wait a second, that’s the same line as before.
So on to the Lara Bingle 500, I mean the Clipsal 500, the Lara Bingle 500 is another ‘activity’ altogether and possibly more exciting than any motorsport event could ever dare be. But having said that, I double dare you that the Clipsal 500 comes in about half a turn of anti roll bar off being just as exciting.
The racing was close and mostly clean, given that past races at the 500 have ended in teams needing to resurrect old chassis’ while they build new one’s to replace those destroyed at Clipsal and, despite Whincup’s best efforts to win six on the trot, there was never a clear winner until the end of the last lap.
It does however feel like an age ago that I all but wrote Garth Tander off for 2010 and I find great irony in the result this weekend. Shortly after the Bahrain race I proclaimed that Garth Tander would require a miracle to turn his season around, and perhaps he found that in the City of Churches. Ba-dom-tsscch!