Full Throttle

I’m ashamed to admit as Chief-in-Charge of the Foil Hat Brigade, a title I don’t take lightly, I’ve been topped, usurped, preempted and cast aside like a Goodyear tire with a deflated inner-liner.

My title of Chief-in-Charge of the Foil Hat Brigade has been commandeered by James over at One Bad Wheel.

It seems, according to James, the above image of The Desperado and Juan “Latino Piloto is Muy Bueno” Montoya on their way to a 1-2 finish at Talladega was only part of a much larger, 23 billion at last count, melding of the #18 Mars M&M’s and #42 Wrigley’s Juicy Fruit rides.

James claims he knows it’s all just “a coincidence,” and it may very well be.

But I’m not offering up my Foil Hat Crown without a fight!

I dare any one of you to return to that Busch victory celebration in Talladaga as I did and listen closely. Very closely.

Just below the normal sounds of corks popping and crowd roar is the slightest whisper of Sammy Davis Jr’s voice:

Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew
Cover it with choc’late and a miracle or two
The Candy Man, oh the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can ’cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good

Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh
Soak it in the sun and make a groovy lemon pie
The Candy Man, the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can ’cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good

James, I’ll thank you for the return my Foil Hat.