John Hammer's BigMouthRacing.com

I've been blogging on a couple of sites lately & wanted to consolidate things to one central place, so I've added this new page which will offer you one-click access to my stuff. The archive will stay here at BigMouthRacing and I may add photos & such here, too...but this way I only have to write one time and everyone can see what's been on my mind!

Happy New Year...Julie & I will have a LOT to write about!

It's a romantic full moon, when Pedro said, "Hey, mamacita, let's do Weeweechu."

This weekend I sold my '94 Mazda Miata with a custom turbo on it...big horsepower & the attitude to go with it. However, with a little guy on the way, I needed a sports car I could take him for a ride in. Enter, my 21st car since I turned 16: a 2001 Mazda Miata LS. Officially sprayed in Sunlight Silver, I bought it from it's original owner who delivered it to my door with only 4,300 miles on it. That's not a misprint, it's 5 years old with 4,300 miles on it. He hadn't even changed the oil in it.

I've already added a performance intake & exhaust kit, plus some sharp chrome vent rings inside for a bit of bling. I changed the oil & I'm exited to get her on the road & really make her mine. For more photos, just click the title above for my slideshow!

Everyone is asking; it stickered at over $24k...I paid half that. For what is essentially, a 5 year old new car.

Wanna go for a ride?!

Saturday was stunning here in North Carolina. Sunny & 75. A warm breeze calling us to the open road.

Jules & I dropped the top on the Miata and headed from the Piedmont (the "flat" area of the state where we live; the Charlotte area) and went up through the Foothills (rolling hills) to the Mountains (if you need an explanation of that...). In about an hour, we were joining up with the Blue Ridge Parkway and got some great seat time in. Check out these pics...


On our way home, we drove through Wilkesboro, NC, home of the legendary North Wilkesboro Speedway, scene of countless NASCAR duels dating back to 1947. The final NASCAR race was held there in September of 1996.

The track has fallen into a sad state of dis-repair. Paint is peeling. The grounds are littered with un-raked leaves (it's Fall now). It simply feels old and abandoned. I got to drive up to the edge of the track and snap a few photos through the fence. In fact, that's what is blocking a portion of the one shot as I tried to put the camera through the chain links.


There is now a group of fans who are trying their best to save the old girl. You can see their work at SaveTheSpeedway.net. Despite the shape of the track, it was pretty neat to see her and to drive along "Speedway Road" thinking how many times Richard Petty, Dale Earnhardt & others drove that same winding path to this legendary track.

...I was out on business last week and flew back into Charlotte/Douglas Airport on Saturday morning. I was in Texas as an instructor for the Richard Petty Driving Experience; we're pretty high profile when we show up somewhere...until we get back home.

I was waiting at the baggage claim, a dozen of us there in our Petty shirts & jackets. I'm on the phone with the Mrs, when I look to my right and saw a man there sitting down... I recognized him, but didn't think much since I was on the phone. I looked back later & it hit me; it's Jack Sprague, the NASCAR truck series racer from Grand Haven, MI (where I used to live).

Ha, how cool is this city?!

Check it out: we've got pics. And, he's got a penis. And he likes to show it.

I made this slideshow @ MyFlashFetish.com.
Check out this MySpace Slideshow!

So, I'm having dinner at Applebees last night. Burger, beer, nothing fancy (as if there's an expectation of "fancy" at Applebees!). Turns out the waiter is also originally from Michigan so we swap a few laughs back & forth.

Then she appears.

This waitress is tall, damn close to 6 feet, I'd bet. Freakishly thin arms. A waist to make Mary-Kate Olsen jealous. Dye-job blonde hair, short. Far too tan.

And the pants.

I didn't even notice them the first few times she walked past. It wasn't until she took the drink order from the 2 girls at the table next to us when she stopped there & had her hind-end at table height from us. That's when I saw it: the pants went squarely UP her ass-crack. Painted on. Hermetically sealed against her anus.

For the rest of dinner, all we could do was stare at her each time she walked past: ass snugly encased in black pants so tight that there MUST have been Camel Toe from the front. Really, that's what we got from our angle: a Reverse Camel Toe.

As we were cashing out our check with the waiter from Michigan, I made a comment to him about her. "I know you've looked...we did too...those PANTS of hers!" He paused, smirked, looked around to check if he was safe then said...

"She's a stripper."

We cracked up rolling over on each other it was so funny! Of COURSE she's a stripper. And apparently, judging by the fact that she's working at Applebees on a Wednesday evening, not a particularly GOOD stripper at that.

But those pants. Damn!

Julie & I went to the OB for another checkup today...we're just past 15 weeks and so far so good. Being the dweebie audio guy I am, I brought my digital recorder & grabbed this sound of the little guy's heartbeat.

Like every good Moby tune, 149 beats per minute sound pretty good here.

Simply click the link to listen or right click & you can save this very short .mp3 file!

Our Kid's Hearbeat!