Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Part 17-My 2008 Magnificent Colossal Indy 500 Photo Blog Thing: A Reader's Question...

Mr. Zoomie-

Is the Pancho Carter "upside down in the air" photo sufficient evidence to conclude that indeed, an IndyCar could drive upside down on the ceiling?

Mr. Scott Goodyear is fond of telling race fans that this could happen. Maybe he has seen this picture and made some deductions of his own.

Your thoughts?


Curious in Columbus

Dear Confused in C-Bus:

Exactly two years ago I said this about Scott Goodyear:

Goodyear used to drive Indy cars, but he's retired now. He almost won the Indy 500 a long time ago, but he got black flagged for passing the pace car or flicking a booger at Al Unser Jr. or some other kind of nefarious on-course racing incident.

He tried to cheat and got caught, I think, and that's why he's always had a bad attitude ever since. Let it go Scotty, just let it go.
I stand by this statement.

In regards to the "Indy car being stuck on the ceiling" thing....Union Jacks Pub, and other bars, used to have the same kinda deal, so I guess it's possible.

And the "Indy car traveling the length of a football field every second" thing...I couldn't say for sure, but I suppose one could figure that problem out mathematically, but, quite frankly, maths is hard for me, and I can't be arsed to figure it out.

Goodyear is a Canadian from Canada, and Canadian football fields are longer, so the equation gets really confusing....

In conclusion, I would have to say that whatever Scott Goodyear says can be taken as gospel, expecially since he is an Indy racing legend.

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