Off to the Races

You may find this hard to believe, Bush, but I'm off to the races today. NASCAR, that is. Tracy, California. I have never actually been a NASCAR fan. Back in the old days, in "old Europe", as your Rummy likes to say, I used to enjoy the Formula I Grand Prix races. That was in the days of Stirling Moss, Juan Fangio, the other great drivers, whose skill and daring in the turns was breathtaking... Alas, I've forgotten even their names, for the most part. They were great motor cars, too, the old bright red Ferraris, the British racing green BRMs, always playing catchup. Ah, the good old days...

So NASCAR racing has always seemed to me a bit... well, circular. No ticky twists and bends. Just round and round, endlessly. And commercial, somehow, with garish ads pasted all over the cars and drivers. A sport for the yahoos, I have always thought, in my snooty, elitist, European way. But then I never went to a NASCAR race before, so what do I know?

You may be wondering why I should be going today. There is, in fact, a very good explanation for this mystery, but I have no time to expound on it today. Sorry, Bush, I'll have to leave you in suspense. Tomorrow, maybe, when I get back... Or perhaps you'll even have to wait until Monday. For now, I'm off to the airport in just a few minutes for the flight to Oakland. Wish me luck!