Dear Mark and Tom (and Pablo and Bruce and Julian and, well, you know who you are.....!)

Hi guys.

I have an idea....

I have 3 dogs, 4 barn cats, 6 horses, but most importantly, I have
potbellied pigs.

What I would like to suggest is a competition, one that will require
the victor to have steady nerves, keen reflexes, quick feet and an
ability to indulge in a minimum level of self-deprecation. (Hmmm, this
may be a stretch for certain individuals who shall reMaiN
nameless....)

My pigs already have their own names, and are embarrassingly female,
but for the purposes of the competition, I suggest a selection of
names, "Valentino/Sete/Troy/Mat/<insert name of loved/hated racer>"
and perhaps "AMA/BSB/MotoGP/<insert name of loved/hated race org>", or
"Laguna/Losail/Philip Island/<insert name of loved/hated track>" or
"Mark/Tom/Pab/Bruce/Julian/Champ/<insert name of loved/hated
correspondent>"

I will supply the aforementioned pigs, the grease naturally and in
each round, I'm suggesting we pit(bull?) a pair of our trusty
correspondents against each other, with the loser (oddly enough, the
winner would be the one left embracing a greasy, probably horny by
this time, pot-bellied pig) promising to shut the hell up after a
REASONABLE exchange of on-line pleasantries and ideas, and/or promise
never to quote anything written more than 96 hours previously and/or
renounce his pet racer/series/track altogether (name parameter chosen
and pig christened secretly by the opposing correspondent), to the
benefit of us all.

And even more oddly, the winner would get the same prize.

Love you guys,
Shel

 

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