Wednesday, August 09, 2006


Welcome to the blog site of the blind mule racing team. The ramblings of a bunch of Lambs trying to find their way back to the race track.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why is the racing team named Blind Mule?

10:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Frank!
It was great to read your blog and see the old pictures of the vees! what a cool thing - you and yours are going to have a fun retirement! Hope you get it going soon. I'm hoping to run the October race here in Sebring if everything goes well. Thanks for all the best wishes. I really appreciate it.

Gary Dassinger

8:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

When I was a kid growing up in a pre Disney Orlando, I lived in a small neighborhood called Colonial Town.

On the corner diagonally across from us lived Mr. Carpenter, the neighborhood handy man who was always available to help mend kids kites and broken toys. He just did stuff like that. In those day most of us ran around in shorts, no shoes or shirts. We were brown as berries and considered it normal. Mr. Carpenter used to pinch an inch of hide and tell us he liked our rubber shirts. No molestation or anything like that he just thought it was funny. We thought it hurt.

One day I had broken something of my fathers that I was not supposed to be playing with. I couldn't fix it so I took it to him. He couldn't fix it either. It was too far gone.

Facing the wrath of my old man because I had screwed up his stuff, I was determined that it had to be fixed and kept fussing with it in hopes that a miracle would happen. After too long a time Mr. Carpenter finally drawled " Kid you remind me of an old blind mule I used to have. You can't see it can't be done and you are too damned stubborn to quit".

When I started racing at an age that was way beyond optimum but not too late fro me to enjoy, it was the same thing. The name seemed right.

4:28 PM  

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