At one point the county seized it, and an owner tried to sell it on eBay, but they canceled the auction as a violation of policy. Later it was scheduled to fall under the gavel in Indiana at Kruse auctions, but was a no show.
Now it has popped up on Craigslist with a listing under “collectibles”
When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age. In middle age I was assured that greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked. Four hoarse blasts of a ship’s whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping. The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage. In other words, I don’t improve; in further words, once a bum always a bum. I fear the disease is incurable.
- John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley
Here is an old camping rig that brings to mind Rocinante, the camper Steinbeck used to travel the USA with his dog Charley. Supply a french standard poodle and you’re all set.
A former Formula 1 champion announces his intentions to enter NASCAR. Some might roll their eyes. “What about Jacques Villeneuve?,’ they demand. “What a great success he was!”
Well this is true. Open-wheelers have had mixed success in NASCAR, but Kimi Raikkonen is something different.
Raikkonen might be the oddest man to have raced in modern Formula 1, and that is saying something. He may have been the most talented driver of his era. When he drove for McLaren, it seemed like he would win or destroy his car in the process. He did a lot of both.
In 2007, he moved to Ferrari and won the World Championship. In 2008, he finished third in the points. The next year he seemed increasingly disinterested, finished sixth in the drivers standings and left the series.
If he had a thrilling victory or lost positions and came in third, his post race demeanor always seemed to be the same. He would praise his team or discuss the lack of pace in the same flat monotone. The only indication that he had just spent two hours fighting the track, his competitors and (in many cases) his car was the intensely focused look in his cool blue eyes.
He retired from a Grand Prix in Monaco, walking in his racing suit and helmet from his car to his yacht, electing not to join his team in the pit lane. The TV broadcast later showed him drinking with his friends on the deck. In fact, his reputation as a partier was part of what called into question his commitment to Formula 1. One well known F1 journalist told a dinner gathering in Montreal to drink up their champagne, “Whether he wins or loses tomorrow, Kimi Raikkonen will drink more after the race than you will tonight, I assure you.”
Reality is a bit more complicated, Raikkonen had the talent to dominate races in the top flight and seemed at home in the race car. When he stepped out of the car he seemed uncomfortable. It was said he didn’t like the press, he didn’t like interviews, he didn’t like sponsor events.
People have wondered how he’ll fit into NASCAR’s brand-machine. He may have some trouble with it, but it is different than the Formula 1 world. The atmosphere is looser. Drivers have more friendships and more space. They have a rolling home they use week after week. Fans should love a free spirit who also owns a motocross team.
Raikkonen is a fierce competitor, but seen by some as quiet and aloof. Many times in NASCAR racing you need to team up with those around you for mutual benefit. Building these relationships could be his biggest stumbling block, but other drivers will respect his talents.
The important thing is that this is a new challenge for Raikkonen, and he is a man who needs new challenges. He was never going to be Rubens Barrichello or Michael Schumacher, clinging to F1 for as long as it would have him, circling the same tracks forever.
He joins former McLaren teammate and F1 burnout Juan Pablo Montoya in trying something new, and for that we’re excited.
The Model A, a wonder of an automobile. It is one of our favorites, and we’ve learned that a guy is driving one for a year. If you don’t have to do any highway driving, it isn’t a bad option. We once drove a VW Scirocco that we’d argue was less comfortable and just about as well optioned.
The best Model A trip ever will always be the one Hector Quevedo Abarzua took, driving from Chile to Dearborn. After he brought his Model A to its birthplace, it was enshrined in the Henry Ford Museum.
Aunt Esther: Fred, I need your help. Fred Sanford: But, Esther, I'm a junkman, not a plastic surgeon. Aunt Esther: But, Fred, I need your truck. Fred Sanford: I agree. Son, take the truck and run over Esther's face.
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