Freakin' Pods

The floor in drag racing has disappeared. The economy is the boogey man, the 800 pound gorilla in every racing pit and hauler until further notice.

I heard a lyric in a Garth Brooks song late Sunday night that says we shall be free when we no longer see the color of skin. That may be an American dream still to be realized.

Say what you want about the Bush Administration but it found two African Americans – one a woman – to drive America’s foreign affairs. But NASCAR can’t find either to drive a car in circles.