OMG. O. M. G. Call out the special task force. Convene Blue Ribbon Panel. The photo above of a Dreyer & Reinbold car Saturday in Brazil indicates ... brace for it .. PERSONALITY breaking out in IndyCar.
You mean this isn't the country club? We're not all best buddies? We're done being "professional?" Everyone isn't meeting for tea and crumpets? "This isn't miniature golf" (TM Danica Patrick) and "We're not in a bowling league" (TM Sarah Fisher)?
Halla-effing-lujah. Insert me praying ... PRAYING ... that this kind of attitude ... this SCHWERVE .. catches on.
Well, you may say this could hurt Helio's feelings. It's "tasteless." It's "classless."
Dude, W-T-F-ever, OK? This is racing, not crochet. The series desperately needs some passion, some emotion, a more raw-and-reel vibe. Helmet throwing, Doug-Boles-"WE-GOT-SCREWED"-screaming, finger-pointing, tear-wiping EMOTION.
(F-BOMB) everyone "playing nice." To show you how starved we are for any kind of edge, when the relatively mild sign above was tweeted out, the overwhelming response was some version of "oh hell yes!"
It can never be personal, profane or spiteful, but the kind of thing captured by the photo above is exactly what IndyCar needs far far more of. Lock the lawyers, corporate censors, hyper-sensitive and over-thinkers in a convenience store restroom somewhere and let's light this candle, 'Kay?
Bravo, DR&R. Bravo.