Man, whoever is running this great gig has some esplaining(sic) to do. Boom, NHRA Top Fuel bad ass and all around good guy Doug Herbert loses two of his young sons in a car accident Saturday night.

Done. Gone.

It’s a scene lived every day in and out of motorsports all around the world. Without warning, without reason, peoples lives are taken from us.

I have no children so to understand the real force of this tragedy is a bit blurry but none the less brutal. That’s right, this is brutal. I don’t care what your afterlife, during life or half-life beliefs are, this is flat out wrong.

What is right, or wrong really, is where does Doug and his family go from here? Hell if I know. I have zero decades invested physically, monetarily and spiritually with a child.

Last year, when Funny Car pilot Eric Medlin lost his life, I displayed my man purse and ponti-freakin-cated on what his boss, John Force and his drag racing family, should do following the death:

I’ve lost loved ones but I have not lost the ONES… yet. I’ve lost my idols but I have not lost THE friends… yet.

When I do, will I shut it down for a while? What if I lose a co-worker, will I say the show goes on? You know, that’s what entertainers do, they entertain and that’s what he/she would want us to do.

No. The show will not go on until I am good and Freakin’ ready to feed the horse and hop back in the saddle.

My mountain rocks ARE in the medicine cabinet. They’re sealed up in the child proof brown bottle behind the laxative and whiskey.

Now, I still feel the same way for Herbert. Will the Dougzilla rock n’ nitro show go on?

If it was me, hell no. That is a big, fat, freakin’, HELL NO. And I don’t even have a couple of little Sarge’s for me to base of my reaction.

Dougy should sit back, grieve and let the emotional roller coaster take a ride. Cling to family and hold on man, hold on. His life is changed forever.

I have yet to lose someone so close to cripple me. However, I watched the first love of my life go through a rough time recently.

My mother had significant surgery. The radical thoughts that come and go with something so significant are substantial.

All else pales. Everything. Work. Home…BOOM, game over.

This was one of those life changing moments for me. The significance of this event is everlasting.

Seeing my pillar of strength hooked up to more tubes than a novice plumber (what?) is startling. I put my man purse back inside and wept.

Her trials were my lessons. You know?  Get rid of the dead weight, leaf blower the bullsh** and move the Freak on, eyes wide open.

In Doug Herbert’s case, he is learning from a book that has been written millions of times but has no Cliff Notes, no forward and no ending.

He’s on trip less traveled with no GPS.

Much peace Doug. Much peace.

Condolences can be sent to Raymer Funeral Home, 16901 Old Statesville Road, Huntersville, N.C. 28078, or via email, condolences@dougherbert.com.

That's what I Freakin' think.

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