Sargent’s 90 Seconds in ’09…

Look at what we left behind, everything from a momentous three-peat for a NASCAR Champion to a mountainous climb for an eager black kid from the south of Chicago.

Now, plowing headlong into the new year, with a little less of less, what the freak happens to us now that the last 365 days of drunken stupidity has worn off?

Geez fre’weezy!

Hell, some dude just found the holy grail for car collectors in a north England garage. A 1937 Bugatti, predicted to fetch over $4 million.

The damn ’37 clipped speeds of 130 mph when cars back then were lucky to hit 50 in a hurry home for dinner.

A Bugatti in the garage for all would be nice. Really, a loud 'Bu' would be good right now just to know someone has our back in ball-busting times.

I know one thing we won’t find in the garage for 365 days is a musty Sarah Palin VP wink or a dusty '09 IndyCar championship for any other team outside Ganassi or Penske.

We won’t see a one (OR two) car team NASCAR Sprint Cup Champion, George in his DC jungle, a Greenspan f-up or anyone challenging James Bubba Stewart in Supercross. No one.

Another no show will be full 16 car fields in the NHRA’s Top Fuel class. Count’em and TELL ME you get to 16. Ain’t going to happen after the Winternationals. I’m a straight line pimp but this is real.

Just like you loose minded Freak Nation fanatics, I want it to all to go away.

But, we got fat.

Fat in every sense. It all was propped up by a universal adjusted rate for all tickets, cars, grub, food, flights, haircuts and hand jobs.

Yep. We were jobbed and we jobbed each other.

One thing we will see in ’09? A checkered flag and a win light.

Hell, what the freak, at least we’ll finish.

You got something better or think the Sarge is off his magical meds? Email kennys@speedfreaks.tv and he'll get back to you…once he's back on his meds.