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Monthly Archive for September, 2008
Rules?! Really?! Well, sort of. Guidelines more so. The rules were pretty loose, but it’s nice to see that safety/respect for others on the road made the list. Not sure he meant that part about complying with the laws of each state, though. Here are Rick Doherty’s "guidelines" for the 1981 event.
Have you guys ever seen that movie in which those kids have to climb through that cave to find a hidden treasure and there are bad guys chasing them and they finally make it to One-eyed Willie’s ship and escape with treasure in their pockets which their parents use to save their neighborhood? That’s what things are like around here.
Continue reading ‘We’ve Decided to take over the world, starting with the Sundance film festival’
“Again my mind drifted. ‘Why am I doing this?’ Other people aren’t doing this. There is a herd instinct in the world, but some people have less of it than others do. Those others are fond of telling us stragglers that we are crazy. Maybe we are, and maybe we aren’t. Could it be that pure accomplishment and not ‘public acceptance’ is the true measure of success? To some, only results count; style means nothing. But I prefer to believe that style is very important. The main thing is how you conduct yourself and and your affairs. Style sets you apart.
“The Cannonball Baker Sea-to-Shining-Sea Memorial Trophy Dash demands style. It is an adventure that allows ‘individuals’ to rebel against a society that would make us all alike and uniform.”
Continue reading ‘Jack May waxes philosophical about the Cannonball’
Cory takes off for a couple of weeks, and all of a sudden she’s e-mailing pics of enormous pieces of 32 Hours 7 Minutes sand art.
Continue reading ‘Finally! A 32 Hours 7 Minutes sand hinge!’
Some of the guys that ran the Cannonball were clever and tricky. Some were just insane. This is from an article about the 5th Cannonball:
Well, we’ve reached crunch time. The Sundance deadline is a week off, our faithful fans are frothing at our door, and we’ve called in the cavalry to get this shit done.
Get a load of this total jabroni driving like a thirteen year old on methamphetamines.
