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Every time I read something that begins “Environmentalists Warn”, I get an almost uncontrollable urge to either fall asleep or head to the range.  This one’s no exception:

Environmentalists Warn World Cup “Most Polluting Ever”…

Yeah, that’s really going to grab your attention, innit?  Because just about every mass spectator event could be similarly brushed.  But wait!

…as FIFA Boss Uses Private Jet to Hit Two Matches a Day

Ummm well, given that FIFA is the organizing body for the whole damn extravaganza, it kinda goes with the territory that they would be flitting from one venue to another, and we are not Qatar, where all the matches took place basically within walking distance of each other.  No;  this latest Big Sport Thing is happening in the United by gawd States, which is a yooge ginormous country and is the only country which, when tasked with providing the proper match facilities for some massive number of matches and hundreds of thousands of visiting spectators, looked at the list, spat some baccy into a cup and said, “Is that all you got?”  We didn’t have to build one single extra stadium, road, hotel or parking lot to handle the huge numbers of spectators.  Sure, the venues were somewhat far apart (by Rest Of The World standards, that is), but them’s the breaks.

If the enviros want to end that little bit of logistical city-hopping, they should hold all future World Cup competitions somewhere else, like Britishland.  Good luck with that.

Ain’t gonna happen, Watermelons, so go and suck it.

Perfect

Iain Tyrrell talks about one of my favorite cars of all time, the Lamborghini 400GT.

Here’s my take.  Lamborghini, when it popped the Countach cork, went off to some kind of schoolboy fantasy design trip, and they’ve stayed with it ever since.  I know, there’s a market for that kind of thing because clearly there is a vast customer market of men with small penises.

But their first cars — the 350GT and the 400GT — were the closest to old man Ferruccio’s original plan for his cars:  fast, reliable and comfortable tourers:  the antithesis of the capricious and unreliable Ferrari sports cars, in other words.

Now watch the video and listen to that glorious V12 pushing the back of the car down as it accelerates.

Want.

I’ve ranted before about the foolishness of men who would drop half a million bucks on a car, and I still feel that way.  But I might just make a teeny exception for a 400GT (because that’s what a well-restored one of these goes for, if you can find one).  The one that Tyrrell’s driving would be worth far north of that sum because of the custom-built pistons, amongst other delicious things, that he and his team of automotive wizards has put together.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and check my lottery tickets.