The most racy racing circuits the world over

Google Earth continues to impress the bunch over at Jalopnik. This time they give us a smattering of the world's best racing circuits as seen from the depths of outer space. As with any list that presents a topic in a supposed chronological order, debate should ensue. And debate we should.

First off, Road America is totally undervalued on this list, bringing up the rear at #15. It's the Nurburgring of North America for christsakes. Top five material, no question.

Donnington Park? Really?

This list only encompasses the realm of "proper racing circuits" which, of course, means no ovals. At least that's the logic of Jalopnik guys. We could not disagree more, and Indianapolis needs a prominent spot on any queue of noteworthy racing facilities. Side note: check out the old oval portion of Monza, if you squint it looks like the corner of 16th and G'Town (without the stripclubs and transmission plants anyway).


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Other critiques are pretty tick-tacky. Mosport and Laguna could be a bit higher. Brno should be dropped because nobody knows where the hell it is. The Isle of Man course could be lower because, while cool, it's really only for motorcycle sidecar racing, and that shit looks funny. Aside from those minor points of stickiness, it looks like a fair list. Don't you think? Oh, for those too lazy to follow the link, #1 is Spa. Yeah, no shit.

This guy has a cooler driverway than you

You can do some pretty crazy things with Google Maps. We usually use the street-view feature to lurk outside of strip clubs and rub-n-tugs trying to catch some poor sap freeze-framed in shame. Yeah, that's fun. Carlounge has used the tool for a less creepy purpose, finding this mini-racecourse that doubles as some guy's driveway.


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The curbing is a nice touch. Jealous.

Google Maps via carlounge via Jalopnik

Stolen from the interwebs

Its been called the laziest post in blogging, link dumps, shit clicks, the list goes on... Occasionally we like to get in on the act, because we are lazy as shit. Where's the harm in that? So, here is our latest iteration of the motor racing-themed, Stolen From the Interwebs. We'll take credit for the name. +1 us.

The fast approaching NASCAR awards banquet is quite the social gathering of roughnecks. We always found it slightly odd that NYC, specifically the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, is the chosen locale for the event. Wouldn't an Arthur Treacher's in the Charlotte area be more fitting? How about the Cracker Barrel in the parking lot of Daytona International? They probably have a room that could be reserved for larger parties. Alas, 301 Park Ave has been the home of NASCAR's tuxedo night for almost 30-years. During that time some pretty interesting/entertaining moments have occurred. Ryan McGee counts them down at the WWL. Here's a sample:

Worst Toast

In 2006, Kyle Busch thanked his girlfriend Eva for her support … then remembered that her name was actually Erica.

The big question on awards night: Are those tuxedos fireproof? (espn.com)

The price of a visor strip on Lewis Hamilton's helmet? Rather high. Like $22 million, high. Diageo (the hooch company behind Guinness, Smirnoff, and Johnnie Walker) is forking over that amount for their Johnnie Walker brand to be prominently displayed on the new champs helmet and suit. Of course, this is not a new deal for walking man scotch brand as they have been associated with McLaren for some time. But, $22 million? We thought you were supposed to hunker down in these trying times. Ah, unless you provide the world with the one thing that can take minds off of the horrendous economic situation... High powered booze. Let us all toast the demise of our retirement funds.

Johnnie Walker Pays $22 Million For Visor Sticker (TIMES ONLINE via SbB)

If there is one thing that racing journalism Czar Gordon Kirby hates, it's spec car racing. Every two weeks or so he pens a scathing article on the demise of racing and the culprit (cars that look alike). Here is his latest piece, published moments before he nailed it to Tony George's door.

The Way It Is/ Fighting the great spec car plague (gordonkirby.com)

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The good folks at jalopnik have provided us with scantily-clad lady pics! The lady? Bernie Ecclestone's daughter! Horray Friday! And exclamation points!

In the interest of equal time, here's something for the females. It's the Machine.

.333 in the post season, game-winning bomb last against the Dodgers, dreamy eyes....

Thank you for continued readership. Go Phils. Fuck the Dodgers. NASCAR preview will be up before the race starts. Hopefully. Maybe. Hungover.

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Perhaps no kick in the junk is quite as fierce and swift as those delivered by ticket-writing law enforcement personnel. Aside from sucking, speeding fines are largely unwarranted when dispensed and do nothing but further the plight of the middle class through monetary penalties that this dismal economy cannot support. It short, speeding tickets are as un-American as Vermont or buffets that are not all-you-can-eat.

The guys at Jalopnik have amassed a list of ten ways to avoid the dreaded speeding ticket, even after you have been pulled over by those damned Texas County Mounties.

Our favorite? #10:

But everybody poops. When the traffic cop suggests you hand over your info, make sure to bounce around with a pained look on your face. When the officer asks you what's going on just mention that you just had some greasy Thai food and you just have to beat the Lard Na home.

That should probably be #2 on the list. /Takes a bow and exits.

Ten Ways To Get Out Of A Speeding Ticket