The Skunk Works 800 . Nobody gonna take my car, I'm gonna race it to the ground... Nobody gonna beat my car, it's gonna break the speed of sound . Car racing has got to be just about the stupidest thing on the face of the Earth. I mean, come on. What an unbelievable waste. All that gas and oil burned up so a bunch of cars can drive around in circles really fast for several hours. All those tires they go through in the course of a race. It's sickening when you stop and think about it.
I am not a car guy. I am, however, an American, and as such have a sort of helpless fascination with automobiles. Any junkie probably feels the same about his drug of choice. While I often think we'd be better off if we all went back to the horse and buggy, I won't be doing it myself until I'm forced to. I'm hooked, just like everyone else.
All right, enough preachiness. You see before you the finish of the famous Skunk Works 800. I figured if we're going to be wasteful, why stop at 400 or 500 miles?
So why have I built this when I think car racing sucks? Excellent question. I got some of those little racers sets on a buy one get one free, and was trying to make alternate models out of them. I don't know why, when I've proven to myself that I'm terrible at set alts, and these were so limited in pieces . It must have been temporary insanity.
So after failing hard at that, I broke into the collection and just made my own fleet of racers. Ah, much better. I liked them, but thought it would be pretty boring to just show the cars. Hence, the little dio here.
I think these racers may be driven by cyborgs and named after songs... as if your poor Halo-rotted little brain didn't have enough trouble trying to tell me and Other Shannon apart, I'll blur the line a little further.
The grandstands effect works much better when viewed from a distance, or from the thumbnails rather than the full-sized image. Also, you will notice no protective fencing between the crowd and the track. I feel that if you're dumb enough to attend a car race, you deserve to get hit with any flaming wreckage that comes flying your way.
I hope you enjoyed your day at the races, and remember: Jesus may love you, but Mother Earth wishes you'd never been born.