The TT Isle of Man motorcycle race is now a “A THING.” It’s interesting to consider how a thing becomes “A THING.” The Kentucky Derby was once a horse race. Now it’s an event that transcends the reason it exists. The Super Bowl is only vaguely about football. Then again, the NFL doesn’t have much to do with football the rest of the season, either.
So it’s 1968, and a bunch of guys dressed like Emma Peel push their bikes across the starting line and go bombing around the Isle of Man. It looks like a blast. There’s not a lot of separation between the riders and the crews and the onlookers. It’s a picnic with race in the middle of it. Now it’s an international happening. How’d that happen?
Well, posting a good Russian driving extravaganza here at the BSBFB is long overdue. Video compilations of Russian car wrecks have a certain appeal that’s transnational. Everyone everywhere likes to see someone worse off then they are, and everyone in the video is worse off than everyone.
I must have seen a million pictures of the offices where the Internet’s giant companies keep their minions. Keeriste, grow up. They’re all filled with playpens and ball crawls and juice bars and romper rooms. They’re smeared with dreadful primary colors and spangled with motivational posters that wouldn’t motivate a tweeker to shimmy.
Sorry about the very obscure reference to Felix La Poubelle in the title. I can’t help myself. I can see clearly now this was a mistake. It’s not my fault. I’ve always felt rather temporary about myself. The gross point I’m trying to make is that these are Basques. Cutting crappy econoboxes in half with an ax is apparently a sport there. But of course it is.