Them good ol' boys like to play that they have a deep respect for the Citadel Of Speed.
They wax poetically about their reverence for its history and tradition.
But what they say...and what they actually do...are two completely different things.
It's kinda like this:
Imagine YOUR teen daughter is dating a guy, and while the two of them are sitting in YOUR home...on YOUR couch...in YOUR living room...he tells you how much he respects and admires YOUR daughter...all the while having his hand up her skirt.
Jimmy Johnson needs to reconsider parking his sled crossways on MY racetrack with his nose up against MY wall and then doing a disgusting and defiling and desecrating burnout on MY sacred bricks.
Your hero and four-time Indy 500 winner Rick Mears never did any shit like you pulled Sunday.
He had too much class.
Fuck Jimmy Johnson.
Fuck Hendrick Motorsports.
Some of you might be saying, "But...but...but...Zoomie! You are being a classless boob yourself by using coarse language and cussing out the premier NECKCAR team in a public forum. You are a hypocrite!"
But this is MY house, and I can say whatever the fuck I want here.
You don't like it, you can get the fuck out.
NECKCAR can do the same fucking thing.
Stay off MY bricks.