The Ghost of George Harrison is a Chamcar Fan!

[pchall]

http://www.7thgear.com/graphics/newsGrfx/GrandMarshals-300.jpg

Or so it seems when you first look at this picture of Mario and Emmo and what'shisname -- the other guy with a WDC in the group. ;)

[RaceGrrl]

Hey, Damon! If you had a CART championship you'd be as famous as those other two guys!

[RacinM3]

Actually I'd like to see how Damon would do behind a Champ Car wheel.

[RTKar]

Originally posted by RacinM3
Actually I'd like to see how Damon would do behind a Champ Car wheel.

Schumi would find a way to run into him....

[RaceChic]

Originally posted by RTKar
Schumi would find a way to run into him....

Who says we're letting Schumi into CART?????? :thumdown: :thumdown: :thumdown: :thumdown: :thumdown: :thumdown:

[Cam]

Originally posted by RaceChic
Who says we're letting Schumi into CART?????? :thumdown: :thumdown: :thumdown: :thumdown: :thumdown: :thumdown:

He doesnt have the required attachments!!!! :D

[Railbird]

can he play this? (http://www.schlegelmilch.com/george-harrison/default.htm)

[RTKar]

Originally posted by RaceChic
Who says we're letting Schumi into CART?????? :thumdown: :thumdown: :thumdown: :thumdown: :thumdown: :thumdown:


That's the point...he'd still find a way to run him off course.

[Kate]

Being Canadian, I thought immediately that he looks rather like a young Gordon Lightfoot.

Interesting contrast between Damon and the very upbeat, trim and healthy looking Mark Blundell who was also at the press conference with Damon. But he sure does have cute kids.

[Railbird]

he looks rather like a young Gordon Lightfoot.


The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.
At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the Gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early!


whew!

what the f is up with that?

[Kate]

This happened in 1975; there's a museum in Duluth, Minnesota with relics and the whole story. The Edmund Fitzgerald Museum has a website I think.
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Damon Hill looks rather better than the last time I saw him, but he's obviously making up for lost time in his lifestyle now.

[Don Quixote]

Thanks 'bird. I don't know what brought that on, but it might be time to get out the vinyl for another trip down memory lane.

[Railbird]

Trust me Kate, I know the story and I know the song. Seldom have such tediuos lyrics been over-played as much as that depressing tune was back in my youth.

Now ol' Gordo's ballad "If You Could Read My Mind" is a somewhat more melodious rendering of despair. Heart break yes, but at least a bunch of guys don't drown in the end.

If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishin' well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see
If I could read your mind love
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind that drugstores sell
When you reach the part where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
But heroes often fail
And you won't read that book again
Because the ending's just too hard to take

I'd walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script
Enter number two
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me
But for now love, let's be real
I never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feelin's gone
And I just can't get it back

If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishin' well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
But stories always end
And if you read between the lines
You'll know that I'm just tryin' to understand
The feelin's that you lack
I never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just to get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feelin's gone
And I just can't get it back


Just funnin' ya Kate.

Don't go all nanook of the north on me.... ;)

[lone_groover]

Oh man....this stuff works better than reciting baseball stats.

:saywhat:

[Railbird]

ahhhh groover

I'd break out a little Jerry Reed for you but I believe his web site got used as alligator bait.

[RaceGrrl]

Originally posted by Railbird
ahhhh groover

I'd break out a little Jerry Reed for you but I believe his web site got used as alligator bait.

Amos Moses- Loved that song when I was a kid.

[cart7]

Jerry Reed
When You're Hot You're Hot
Written by - Jerry R. Hubbard (Jerry Reed)
Peaked at #9 - 1971
Son...

Well, now me and Homer Jones and Big John Talley
Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley
And I kept rollin' them sevens
Heh heh, winnin' all them pots
My luck was so good I could do no wrong
I jest kept on rollin' and controllin' them bones
And finally they jest threw up their hands and said
'When you hot, you hot'
I said 'Yeah'

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
Put all the money in and let's roll 'em again
When you're hot, you're hot
(La la la la la la) (La la la la la)
(La la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot)

Well, now every time I rolled them dice I'd win
And I was just gettin' ready to roll 'em again
When I heard somethin' behind me
I turned around and there was a big old cop
He said, 'Hello, boys' and then he gave us a grin 'n' said
'Looks like I'm gonna hafta haul ya all in
And keep all that money for evidence'
I said, 'Well, son when you hot, you hot'
He said, 'Yeah'

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
You can 'splain it all down at City Hall
I say, yeah, when you're hot, you're hot
You're hot
(La la la la la la) (La la la la la)
(La la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot)

Well, when he took us inta court I couldn't believe my eyes
The judge was a fishin' buddy that I recognized
I said 'Hey, judge, old buddy, old pal
I'll pay ya that hundred I owe ya if you'll get me outta this spot'
So he gave my friends a little fine to pay
He turned around and grinned at me and said
'Ninety days, Jerry, when you hot, you hot'
'N' I said 'Thanks a lot'

When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
He let my friends go free and throwed the book at me
He said 'Well, when you're hot, you're hot'

I said, 'Well I'll tell ya one thing judge, old buddy, old pal
If you wasn't wearin' that black robe I'd take out in back of this courthouse
And I'd try a little bit of your honor on
You understand that, you hillbilly?
Who gonna collect my welfare?'
(When you're hot, you're hot)
'Pay for my Cadillac?
Whadda you mean 'contempt of court'?'
(When you're hot, you're hot)
'Judge'
:D

[Napoleon]

(edit) never mind, I was confused, again.

[Treeface]

ChrisB with long hair.

[IlliniRacer]

How about this similarity:

http://www.f1photographs.co.uk/images/Damon%20Hill2_jpg.jpg http://autosport.net/items/vintage/graham-hill-face-sig.jpg

[pchall]

Thank you for the memory.

Hill was a true hero.