So Ray Bell has less to bitch about.
Art
I have a spelling checker on here now.
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Art
, Apr 13 2000 06:17
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Posted 13 April 2000 - 07:46
Art, I hope it doesn't make your computer freeze up! ;-)
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Posted 13 April 2000 - 07:50
Funny, Art, I don't think I bitch. Tell me, Art, if you put 'would of' into your spell checker, will it spit it out as an error?
Of course not! The spelling of the words is correct - just like if you write 'I ate to much junk food.' It's the fact that the word is incorrect...
Perhaps the best thing you can do is type up your posts in Word, which will show grammar issues or unusual word groupings with a green underline (spelling errors with a red underline), then copy and paste to the post. I know you can do that, that's how I put the poem in. Did you like the poem, Art?
We love you Art, you still seem dedicated to the board and contribute some interesting stuff - about parked cars, traction control, all sorts of stuff - even after you told us you were going away and we'd never hear from you again! You must love us, too, even me and Billy Gunn.
By the way, how's the nurse treating you? And did you look at Billy's details - click on the first icon at the top of one of his posts....
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[This message has been edited by Ray Bell (edited 04-13-2000).]
Of course not! The spelling of the words is correct - just like if you write 'I ate to much junk food.' It's the fact that the word is incorrect...
Perhaps the best thing you can do is type up your posts in Word, which will show grammar issues or unusual word groupings with a green underline (spelling errors with a red underline), then copy and paste to the post. I know you can do that, that's how I put the poem in. Did you like the poem, Art?
We love you Art, you still seem dedicated to the board and contribute some interesting stuff - about parked cars, traction control, all sorts of stuff - even after you told us you were going away and we'd never hear from you again! You must love us, too, even me and Billy Gunn.
By the way, how's the nurse treating you? And did you look at Billy's details - click on the first icon at the top of one of his posts....
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Life and love are mixed with pain...
[This message has been edited by Ray Bell (edited 04-13-2000).]
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Posted 13 April 2000 - 07:58
Sometimes when I have something important to say I first type it out in MS Word myself ... other times I just say **** it and dare Ray to find fault!
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Art
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Posted 13 April 2000 - 08:56
Ray I don't have time for that nonsense I would rather be a hard ass. And the nurse I gave her a bushing ham and every thing is fine. I never could bring the poem up as I'm not to good with computers.
Dennis you have to over look ray at times he is in the change of life and he gets testy when he gets hot flashes kinda like an old wash woman.
Art
Dennis you have to over look ray at times he is in the change of life and he gets testy when he gets hot flashes kinda like an old wash woman.
Art
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Ray Bell
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Posted 13 April 2000 - 11:58
You can't miss the poem if you simply go to the McRae/Matich thread...
Try it, Art...
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Try it, Art...
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Posted 13 April 2000 - 17:48
Anything to please an old mate... I'm posting it again for you, but you really need to read my notes on the McRae/Matich thread so you understand what some of it's about.
Basically, you could say this is art for Art's sake...
WINTON, 1979 – a true story told in verse.
"Now listen here, John," said Larry, forlorn
that he couldn't leap in for his cause
at the sideshow at Winton, the politics borne
of the confronting of cars of two laws.
It would grow in excitement as the weekend progressed,
and the fur it would surely fly thickly,
as the fives and Atlantic men put to the test
their aims, which I'll tell you of quickly.
It was "Rose City" time at that place in the South,
where the bitumen winds around tightest,
and the thundering roar of the Chevys was loath
to give in to the Ralt, which was lightest.
Paul England was there, in his best stirring mood,
But his Chevron was giving him trouble.
Bespectacled Larry, though, hurled all this brood
as usual, as if on the double.
Jon Davo moved in with the new A F One crowd,
determined to make his own mark.
(Not hard for him, as his talking is loud -
a dog he don't need for its bark!)
Signs were put up to show all that came
the pit spots for all the top cars -
with the best spots reserved for the five thousands lame.
Then Paul said: "Let's fix this farce!"
He'd been camped there all week, in a spot that was marked
for a Lola equipped with an eight,
next to Graham McRae, who became very narked,
As also was Seaton, his mate.
For a musical sign game had Paul England played,
including Smith's Ralt just for fun.
John was given the spot Graham's sign was displayed,
Right up alongside the Chevron.
An argument flared up, it needn't be said,
between Graham and John (still recalling
that rash moves at Repco had near left him dead,
at Sandown, where fives were all falling.)
"TOO OLD," was the cry that came from Smith spry,
we could see that the Kiwi was shattered,
then Lee Seaton jumped in, fists ready to fly,
it was young John who almost was splattered!
The "Cowangie Kid" had to break up the fight,
at great risk to his sole pair of glasses;
So obvious was Mister England's delight
that he came out unmarked from these passes.
The next step, of course, was Larry's retort
when told that officials would fine him -
for having no licence, ("never been bought")
Of a frame-up it was much reminding.
Russell Lanyon said: "Yes, I'll give you a note
to tell them that CAMS got your dollars."
But later on - "No!" was the message he wrote -
the working out doesn't need scholars.
For big brother John (and his mates with the big cars),
had made Russell retreat from his pact -
go back on his word for these childish beggars -
it was such a despicable act!
Larry stood for his rights, his feet planted firmly,
and insisted his money would stay.
"I don't care," he said, "how you wriggle your wormy
way out of this mess, I won't pay!"
And so they relented, as Larry kept shouting
"This just doesn't happen in Britain!"
The compromise called for an end to this doubting,
by which deal he wasn't so smitten.
Then on into the night time, when the Mayor failed to show,
and so left them alone, to themselves,
so by the end of the evening (with shouting from Davo),
they near woke up all Hoot Gibson's elves.
Then, putting an end to the chaos he'd started,
Jon calmed them all down in the dark.
"We'll display our wares well," he now imparted,
"For our dough!" was his final remark.
The parade went like clockwork, impressing the throng
lining the streets to observe.
An outward appearance of a formula strong -
nobody showing their sore nerve.
And the race, yes the race, like fury and fast,
Thrilling the crowd and the viewers.
John Bowe led from Alfie, but it couldn't last,
Smith next in the Ralt so much newer.
It astounded the crowd that a car of that size
could press hard on Alfie - their hero -
but push him it did, while Bowe looked so wise,
and spun back to fourth - almost zero.
Back in the field Paul Hamilton lay
ninth in an Elfin so aged,
Until Butcher came up to a lapping game play
and chose the wrong side, it is wagered.
The Lola was out as it speared off the track,
the argument later was friendly.
Rob then was more certain of how he should act
when waved through on roads that are bendy.
Smith got beside Alfie, a few times at least
and set fastest lap in the trying,
but the power of the Chev, oh, such a beast
left him each time, almost crying.
So the win was Costanzo's, again out in front,
with the little cars filling three places
before Bowe came along, now bearing the brunt
for the damage he'd done for no aces.
As Hamilton finished (it is quietly said),
Smith's crew gave him great accolades,
'xcept the car he had tangled was the wrong Lola, red,
still left in the Winton grass blades.
But it still wasn't over, or not at least
till conspiracies 'mong all the CAMS men
had worn out their spirits and had all their feast
at the cost of the little-car men.
"Let's pull the thing down, and make sure it's right,"
said Russell Lanyon at last.
But despite all the sweat, Larry reached a new height,
and he gave him o-o-oh such a blast.
"Now show me your name in this programme I hold,
in the scrutineer's list just for preference!"
But his name wasn't there, so Russell was told:
"Get out, or I'll show you the difference!"
The programme did name, among others, Mick Ronke -
"Sec. of the Meeting," it said,
But still unimpressed, Larry was cranky.
"There's not a 'scrute's' tag on his head!"
The poor scrutineer, under orders rebounding
seemed to favour young Larrikin's tones.
But in the end, Perkins notwithstanding,
he pulled the cars down to their bones.
They were legal of course, and who would doubt that,
so's the action that Paul England's taking
Against Davo, but then, we'll not mention that,
for sub-judice laws we'd be breaking.
Now years have gone by, most forget this weekend
Even Larry, who drove Elfins later -
And the argument's over, for others contend
new issues o'er tintops and "data."
The Gold Star limps on in the shadow of tourers
costing millions to put on the track.
Oh, for the days of the open-wheeled furores,
Days that - sadly - we'll never get back.
Ray Bell
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Life and love are mixed with pain...
Basically, you could say this is art for Art's sake...
WINTON, 1979 – a true story told in verse.
"Now listen here, John," said Larry, forlorn
that he couldn't leap in for his cause
at the sideshow at Winton, the politics borne
of the confronting of cars of two laws.
It would grow in excitement as the weekend progressed,
and the fur it would surely fly thickly,
as the fives and Atlantic men put to the test
their aims, which I'll tell you of quickly.
It was "Rose City" time at that place in the South,
where the bitumen winds around tightest,
and the thundering roar of the Chevys was loath
to give in to the Ralt, which was lightest.
Paul England was there, in his best stirring mood,
But his Chevron was giving him trouble.
Bespectacled Larry, though, hurled all this brood
as usual, as if on the double.
Jon Davo moved in with the new A F One crowd,
determined to make his own mark.
(Not hard for him, as his talking is loud -
a dog he don't need for its bark!)
Signs were put up to show all that came
the pit spots for all the top cars -
with the best spots reserved for the five thousands lame.
Then Paul said: "Let's fix this farce!"
He'd been camped there all week, in a spot that was marked
for a Lola equipped with an eight,
next to Graham McRae, who became very narked,
As also was Seaton, his mate.
For a musical sign game had Paul England played,
including Smith's Ralt just for fun.
John was given the spot Graham's sign was displayed,
Right up alongside the Chevron.
An argument flared up, it needn't be said,
between Graham and John (still recalling
that rash moves at Repco had near left him dead,
at Sandown, where fives were all falling.)
"TOO OLD," was the cry that came from Smith spry,
we could see that the Kiwi was shattered,
then Lee Seaton jumped in, fists ready to fly,
it was young John who almost was splattered!
The "Cowangie Kid" had to break up the fight,
at great risk to his sole pair of glasses;
So obvious was Mister England's delight
that he came out unmarked from these passes.
The next step, of course, was Larry's retort
when told that officials would fine him -
for having no licence, ("never been bought")
Of a frame-up it was much reminding.
Russell Lanyon said: "Yes, I'll give you a note
to tell them that CAMS got your dollars."
But later on - "No!" was the message he wrote -
the working out doesn't need scholars.
For big brother John (and his mates with the big cars),
had made Russell retreat from his pact -
go back on his word for these childish beggars -
it was such a despicable act!
Larry stood for his rights, his feet planted firmly,
and insisted his money would stay.
"I don't care," he said, "how you wriggle your wormy
way out of this mess, I won't pay!"
And so they relented, as Larry kept shouting
"This just doesn't happen in Britain!"
The compromise called for an end to this doubting,
by which deal he wasn't so smitten.
Then on into the night time, when the Mayor failed to show,
and so left them alone, to themselves,
so by the end of the evening (with shouting from Davo),
they near woke up all Hoot Gibson's elves.
Then, putting an end to the chaos he'd started,
Jon calmed them all down in the dark.
"We'll display our wares well," he now imparted,
"For our dough!" was his final remark.
The parade went like clockwork, impressing the throng
lining the streets to observe.
An outward appearance of a formula strong -
nobody showing their sore nerve.
And the race, yes the race, like fury and fast,
Thrilling the crowd and the viewers.
John Bowe led from Alfie, but it couldn't last,
Smith next in the Ralt so much newer.
It astounded the crowd that a car of that size
could press hard on Alfie - their hero -
but push him it did, while Bowe looked so wise,
and spun back to fourth - almost zero.
Back in the field Paul Hamilton lay
ninth in an Elfin so aged,
Until Butcher came up to a lapping game play
and chose the wrong side, it is wagered.
The Lola was out as it speared off the track,
the argument later was friendly.
Rob then was more certain of how he should act
when waved through on roads that are bendy.
Smith got beside Alfie, a few times at least
and set fastest lap in the trying,
but the power of the Chev, oh, such a beast
left him each time, almost crying.
So the win was Costanzo's, again out in front,
with the little cars filling three places
before Bowe came along, now bearing the brunt
for the damage he'd done for no aces.
As Hamilton finished (it is quietly said),
Smith's crew gave him great accolades,
'xcept the car he had tangled was the wrong Lola, red,
still left in the Winton grass blades.
But it still wasn't over, or not at least
till conspiracies 'mong all the CAMS men
had worn out their spirits and had all their feast
at the cost of the little-car men.
"Let's pull the thing down, and make sure it's right,"
said Russell Lanyon at last.
But despite all the sweat, Larry reached a new height,
and he gave him o-o-oh such a blast.
"Now show me your name in this programme I hold,
in the scrutineer's list just for preference!"
But his name wasn't there, so Russell was told:
"Get out, or I'll show you the difference!"
The programme did name, among others, Mick Ronke -
"Sec. of the Meeting," it said,
But still unimpressed, Larry was cranky.
"There's not a 'scrute's' tag on his head!"
The poor scrutineer, under orders rebounding
seemed to favour young Larrikin's tones.
But in the end, Perkins notwithstanding,
he pulled the cars down to their bones.
They were legal of course, and who would doubt that,
so's the action that Paul England's taking
Against Davo, but then, we'll not mention that,
for sub-judice laws we'd be breaking.
Now years have gone by, most forget this weekend
Even Larry, who drove Elfins later -
And the argument's over, for others contend
new issues o'er tintops and "data."
The Gold Star limps on in the shadow of tourers
costing millions to put on the track.
Oh, for the days of the open-wheeled furores,
Days that - sadly - we'll never get back.
Ray Bell
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Life and love are mixed with pain...
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Dennis David
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Posted 13 April 2000 - 20:25
Honestly Ray and I are friends. 
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Regards,
Dennis David
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Life is racing, the rest is waiting
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Regards,
Dennis David
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Life is racing, the rest is waiting
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Ray Bell
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Posted 13 April 2000 - 21:04
Some of this does become a bit tangential, doesn't it Dennis?
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Art
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Posted 14 April 2000 - 07:05
Ray Bell.
That was nice how is this one?
There was a young man fron Bellaire.
Who diddled his wife in a chair.
He doubled the stroke and the furniture broke.
And his gun went off in the air.
Art
That was nice how is this one?
There was a young man fron Bellaire.
Who diddled his wife in a chair.
He doubled the stroke and the furniture broke.
And his gun went off in the air.
Art
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Ray Bell
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Posted 14 April 2000 - 09:28
Very tangential...
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Posted 15 April 2000 - 04:18
Yes but that is what this forum is trying to mimic. Imagine gathering around after Friday practice and just shooting the bull with friends. Not worrying where the conversation may go. Telling old fish tales so to speak. Passing on from generation to generation.
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Regards,
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Posted 15 April 2000 - 17:41
Yeah, you're right... as I remember Gary Campbell saying, very late one night at Warwick Farm..."We all sit here and laugh at Fred, he's spun off and gone into the fence at Homestead... but over there, Fred is having his own personal tragedy!"
Gary had a little line for everything, raced Vees, ANF2, ANF1 and then F5000 just for the fun of it. He was a great guy.
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Life and love are mixed with pain...
Gary had a little line for everything, raced Vees, ANF2, ANF1 and then F5000 just for the fun of it. He was a great guy.
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Life and love are mixed with pain...
