05.18

Question: What’s that abortion popping out from the hood of Team VIP’s near-legendary Shark? Answer: A junkyard turbocharger off a 1987 Chrysler K-Car 2.2. In the pantheon of bad ideas, this ranks right near the top. While we (LeMons insiders) all love the Sharks, they are internally refereed to as, “Team most likely to leave racetrack while airborne.” Externally, too. And there’s little question that they learned to drive while making cognac runs from their Swiss chalet being chased by that girl’s boyfriend/husband. Jump.

Thinking with your dick has never stopped anyone from doing anything, so the boys (lone female driver Princess Antonia was attending a Bilderberg spring break retreat) decided that what they really needed was more power. As opposed to say more driving lessons. After their chicane-smashing, two-wheel-a-thon at Arse-Freeze-Apalooza, Chief Perp Jay Lamm made the HUMONGOUS mistake of giving these guys a residual value of $225 $275 for their battered 528e. Meaning they had $275 $225 to spend on their damn fine racecar. OOOPS!! Aside from the ill-advised forced induction, the Sharks have also added active aerodynamics. No, really. Is there any lessen to be learned here? Probably only the following: don’t stick your fingers in the fan, like Shark-boy bad driving poster child Clay did. The Shark, it bites.

But don’t worry ladies — Clay assured me he’ll be able to drive by Reno. Which, by the way, is happening next weekend. Any bets on how much faster the Sharks will making their way to the penalty box? [Source: VIP Racing] Thanks to Clay for the camera phone shots







The fact that the busted finger picture was clearly taken in a medical facility tells me these guys aren’t serious business.
The truly dedicated wash it out with some Lava and trow some tape over it.
Well, if I could’ve wrapped the two fingers and carried on I would’ve, and have. Then I could’ve test driven the Turbo Shark that day. But it turned out to be funner to talk to the Doc and look into me finger at my tendons move as I wiggled the it. Then those 13 stitches and the awesome 30 Vicadon pills he gave me helped me forget, for a bit.
What a DUMBASS move. The years of power tool work I have done with no major incident and it’s a radiator fan that gets me.
Don’t fret LeMoners, I will be that driver on your bumper with the two fingers pointing straight up over the wheel.
Just kinda sucks trying to use the toilet paper. AAAARRRRRRGH!!!