Mike Henkelman
Nitro Member
- Joined
- Jul 11, 2006
- Messages
- 65
- Age
- 52
- Location
- Discovery Bay, California
A while ago a friend and I were kicking around the way we want to check out of this joint. I said I wanted to get shot by a 26 year old blonds husband when I'm 95 years old ranting about how I love her. Hopefully people will remember that I made them laugh, and tell stories about me for years to come.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Funny Car drivers are a different breed. They remind me of the astronauts from the '60s back in the Gemeni days when you would take a guy and strap him in to a nuclear missile that said "space ship" on the side in black Sharpie. Back in the days of John Glenn, Alan Sheppard, Niel Armstrong...the list goes on. Funny Car drivers are alot like those guys. While some people (like me) say "You are friggin' nuts." they just smile and say "where do I get in this thing!" We used to give them names like "The Mongoose" and "The Snake." Scott would have been "The Incredible Hulk" because he was a total bad ass.
If you were to look up "Funny Car Driver" in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Scott there. He wasn't worried about what people thought, always shot strait with you, and wasn't really afraid of anyone. Period. The kind of guy you want standing next to you in a dark alley when someone asks for your wallet. (By the way, Im not that guy. Ill take your wallet and hand it to them after I give them your moms social security number.)
We all have a number of days in front of us. And we can hide in a bomb shelter and wait for the end, or we can go live our lives to the fullest. I smile when I think that he probably lived four lives in 46 years, and while he got totally short changed....he did it his way. I would love to possess that kind of courage and determination.
I don't know who's at fault. It's like us to try and find meaning in instances like this. I don't know if the shutdown area needs to be addressed. I don't know if their is a brick wall (!?!?!) at the end of the drag strip (if there was, the list of people that need a kick in the nuts will be LONG) but I hope the powers that be will address the issue.
I was numb for two days after the incident. I don't know about you guys, but it left me disoriented. If anyone has any good Scotty stories, I would love to hear some. Because I really wish I knew him better.
Here is to hoping he went to a place that allows 100% nitro, and as much overdrive as you can fit between the frame rails. God Speed Scott, we love you.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Funny Car drivers are a different breed. They remind me of the astronauts from the '60s back in the Gemeni days when you would take a guy and strap him in to a nuclear missile that said "space ship" on the side in black Sharpie. Back in the days of John Glenn, Alan Sheppard, Niel Armstrong...the list goes on. Funny Car drivers are alot like those guys. While some people (like me) say "You are friggin' nuts." they just smile and say "where do I get in this thing!" We used to give them names like "The Mongoose" and "The Snake." Scott would have been "The Incredible Hulk" because he was a total bad ass.
If you were to look up "Funny Car Driver" in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Scott there. He wasn't worried about what people thought, always shot strait with you, and wasn't really afraid of anyone. Period. The kind of guy you want standing next to you in a dark alley when someone asks for your wallet. (By the way, Im not that guy. Ill take your wallet and hand it to them after I give them your moms social security number.)
We all have a number of days in front of us. And we can hide in a bomb shelter and wait for the end, or we can go live our lives to the fullest. I smile when I think that he probably lived four lives in 46 years, and while he got totally short changed....he did it his way. I would love to possess that kind of courage and determination.
I don't know who's at fault. It's like us to try and find meaning in instances like this. I don't know if the shutdown area needs to be addressed. I don't know if their is a brick wall (!?!?!) at the end of the drag strip (if there was, the list of people that need a kick in the nuts will be LONG) but I hope the powers that be will address the issue.
I was numb for two days after the incident. I don't know about you guys, but it left me disoriented. If anyone has any good Scotty stories, I would love to hear some. Because I really wish I knew him better.
Here is to hoping he went to a place that allows 100% nitro, and as much overdrive as you can fit between the frame rails. God Speed Scott, we love you.