Watching the military fly by at last weekend’s NASCAR Nationwide race in Michigan, wonder if any recalled what happened eighteen years ago to the day.  Probably not. 

On August 16, 1990 president George H.W. Bush got a stern ‘lil warning from Saddam Hussein.  The now dead Iraq head called H a liar and said the outbreak of war could result in “thousands of Americans wrapped in sad coffins.”

Prophetic.

Hussein would have made a better Psychic.  And W, he would have made a better Tarot Card.

I do know what more than a Memphis-handful of NASCAR fans at Michigan International Speedway had on their minds other than the two mile turnstile.  Thirty-one years ago the King, Elvis Presley, was found dead inside Graceland.

War, Elvis and NASCAR.  Anything more Americana than that?  Yep, Babe Ruth.  He also died on August 16 sixty years ago.

Living well in 2008 is Kyle Busch, even with magnets on his hoofs.  I say it again, Kyle is better than Dale Earnhardt Sr. in HIS prime.  Hell, I’ve stepped out on this limb before and into the Earnhardt crosshairs before.  Tell me when Dale was better and why.

Toyota has won handily over the last couple of years in the NASCAR Truck series and they’re doing it in Nationwide and Cup this year.  Now, just last Saturday in Springfield, they win for the first time in USAC’s Silver Crown series…on dirt. That’s right, another milestone for the NASCAR Neanderthal’s nemesis.

Ever done The Woodward Dream Cruise in Detroit?  I did for the first time last weekend courtesy of Mopar and it was all that it was jacked up to be.  More motherf***ing hot rods per square inch then the Porn awards in Vegas.

It’s a day when a city more known for historical civil unrest and corrupt governments drops the rhetoric and pulls out the picnic blanket for 15 miles on Woodward Avenue.  Over a million-five oblige and pony up their lawn chairs to celebrate the city’s heavy metal history.

Word is Australia wants to clean up it’s Indy week this year.   The bloody Aussie’s are asking women to stop pulling out their boobies and for a complete ban on full-strength drinks sold at bars inside the Indy area.

I’ve never had any aspirations to be a cop-er but man this one time it would not suck to be an Australian bushman wearin’ a badge.  Dealing with the lushes would be a pain in the arse but handcuffin’ the out of control areolas?

“Excuse me miss, were those your Silver Dollars I saw saluting the Gold Coast…?”

…got pasty?

That’s what I Freakin’ think.  No seriously, I do.  You?  Shoot me an email @ kennys@speedfreaks.tv, fire off a Freakin’ text to 25827 (CLUBS), send the word FREAK and your message.  You can also dial up the Sarge on the Freak phone at 86-69-FREAKS.