Originally published as Paddock Poop 130. Shocking news at a clandestine meeting. Murphy and his friend were just a bit (three years) early. It does give an idea of how long this thing has been stewing. A read for you while you’re waiting for Paddock Poop 200, soon.
Murphy called his friend A.C. “I’m hearing some interesting stuff. Can we talk?”
“So am I, buddy, so am I. Sure. But not over the phone. Can you meet me?” was the response from NASCAR’s favorite local scribe.
“Sure, where?” asked the Bear.
“I hear you’re in town on business, I’m near Hooter’s on International Speedway…across the street, actually. Can you meet me there?” asked A.C.
“I’m close,” said the Bear, with a grin (Hooter’s in Daytona Beach is one of Murphy’s favorite places.) “When?”
A.C.: “About 15 minutes.”
Murphy: ‘You’re on, my friend.”
The Bear got there first, renewing acquaintances – and getting hugs.
By the time he’d ordered a Warsteinerand some wings (Murphy’s been a Warsteiner fan since the “German Budweiser” sponsored the GT1 championship in the late ’90?s), a shadowy figure with a turned-up collar and a turned-down hat was sidling up to the table.
It was A.C.“What the hell…” blurted the Bear.“Shhhhh…” from the muffled figure.
“Yes. Hold it down…if someone sees me…” whispered A.C.
“Hell, A.C., you’re right across the street from the World Center of Racing in a trench coat, talking to a stuffed animal, and you think no one will notice?” asked Murphy. Read the rest of this entry »