Somewhere in southern Louisiana, great tides of oil are polluting the landscape. I’m not talking about the oil rig that went down in flames, but a disaster on a scale so much larger, the government is denying it’s existence completely. Word from the conspiracy underground is that the source has been traced to the paddock of the #42 Mostly Harmless Racing Karmann Ghia. Apparently a major failure in the infinite improbability dry sump system has created a rip in the space time continuum; And while the car was packed up and returned home a long time ago – the oil leak is still there, slowly filling the Louisiana swamps with Rotella that seemingly appears out of nowhere. I wish there was a word for it (read on for the greatest segue in the history of this blog).
effluence [ˈɛflʊəns], efflux [ˈɛflʌks]
1. the act or process of flowing out
2. something that flows out
Oh yes, we are full of it and have finally been recognized for it. Despite our best efforts to destroy the engine on Sunday, the little VW that could just kept going and going, sealing a 12th place finish, and the highest honor that could ever be bestowed upon a bunch of idiots that think endurance racing $500 cars is a good idea – The Index of Effluency. And the real winner is …