You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy™
Racing high.
Race car drivers need to be 100 percent, 100% of the time. They need to have a symbiotic relationship with their car that borders on adultery. Race Car drivers need to feel the hiccup from a butter fly’s wing to understand the delicate aerodynamic difference in their car. Race car drivers need to be sensitive to a fault, the princess and the pea kind of sensitive to know if their car needs more wedge adjustment or a tire is going down.
Racing high?
That’s like scuba diving with an anvil. It’s crazier than Stevie Wonder skiing through a pine forest lined with razor blades.
Sprint car isn’t Talladega where rubbing is racing at 200 mph. But it is raw and fast and you are in a car that can flip more easily than a Russian Rebel in the Ukraine.
Racing High, under the influence of pot, weed, Mary Jane?
It’s stupid like showing up for the SAT with a #3 pencil.
It’s ill advised like rushing the gate at the Kremlin.
Can you imagine being stoned and sliding into turn four at 100 mph?
The pretty colors, the sensation of tires churning up dirt, the fascinating sounds of the revving engines and isn’t that lady cute buying corn dogs and …
WHAM!
Racing High. It’s called racing dumb.
Smoking pot and putting on a racing helmet is only a good idea if you are an extra on Jack Ass riding down a San Francisco hill in a gigantic shopping cart.
Who wants to crave munchies at 100 mph when you’re strapped into a rocket sled.
Racing High is dumb.
That’s what makes Wednesday’s news out of New York so absurdly absurd.
1st: Tony Stewart was cleared of any wrong doing in the August 9th racing incident where he struck another race car driver who got out of his car to protest Stewart’s race track behavior.
2nd: The District Attorney announced that Race Car Driver Kevin Ward Jr, had marijuana in his system the night he died.
If you haven’t seen the video, it’s gruesome. The young man wrecks. He blames Stewart. He climbs out of his race car, walks down the track and starts motioning at Stewart who slides right over him.
The young man died of blunt force trauma.
According to the Ontario County New York D.A. Michael Tantillo, toxicology reports revealed Kevin Ward Jr., was under the influence of marijuana on the night he died
UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF MARIJUANA!
Are you kidding me?
According to published reports, Tantillo said the level of marijuana in Ward’s system was high enough to impair judgment.
I’m not sure how high is high, but I’m pretty sure if you are racing a car with other guys racing cars, you don’t want impaired judgment.
The family was devastated when young Ward died. His father personally questioned how Tony Stewart, a NASCAR champion, and the “best damn racer on the track” couldn’t have seen his son Kevin.
He’s a grieving father. Someone needs to sit him down and say “sir. Your son was on drugs when he was racing. He put every other racer including himself in jeopardy. Why didn’t you do something before he put the pedal to the metal?”
How would the grieving dad answer that one?
Everyone is looking for someone to blame. If a lousy local racer ran over the teen, would the father be looking to sue.
Hard to get money from a sales clerk at the ACE Hardware store in bum knuckle N.Y.
As it relates to Tony Stewart’s culpability? A grand jury considered several charges including manslaughter in the 2nd degree and they couldn’t get 12 people to indict.
They say you can indict a ham sandwich in this country. So if 12 of 23 people wouldn’t indict Stewart, the case must have been pretty weak.
I guess when you are racing high, and get out of your car and walk toward a speeding race car in the dark, even a ham sandwich is smarter.
The Ward family was unhappy with the grand jury’s decision.
I can understand its despair. I’m not sure there is a lesson to be learned here. It seems ridiculous to warn people not to Race High.
Maybe there should be mandatory drug tests prior to someone yelling Gentlemen start your engines.
Had someone done something, a bright racing career wouldn’t have gone up in smoke.
Life’s Crazy™