I Call BULLSHIT
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14 March 2007 at 22:13 Filed in:
Cars
I'm a big fan of the Bullrun. As if you couldn't
tell. But when I say the Bullrun, I mean the road rallye of
epic proportions. Not the television show of the same name. In my
opinion, it cheapens the Bullrun brand and completely undermines
the experience of the Rallye.
I'm proud of David and Andy. I think they are great event organizers. I think they are excellent TV producers. They developed Bullrun into a brand that I was proud to be a part of. But maybe I'm too narrow minded to see how the Bullrun show and the Bullrun 1000 plays in to their vision of the ultimate high-end automotive lifestyle brand. As for me, I'll be running the Unlimited Class in 2007.
ANYWAY, enjoy this review from the New York Times. Reposted by permission. (Thanks, Whit!)
Petrosexuals, Start Your Engines (and Your Foul Mouths)
March 13, 2007
By Susan Stewart
There is a lot to be said about the profound and intimate relationship between men and their cars. Don't expect "Bullrun" to say any of it. This new reality series, which has its premiere tonight on the Spike channel, follows a 4,000-mile Montana-to-Mexico road race with 12 teams of drivers competing for a $200,000 purse. Imagine that "The Amazing Race" was hijacked and taken to a chop shop, where class, human interest and wit were stripped from its chassis for resale to, say, "Hell's Kitchen 3," so that all that was left were outtakes, unenlightening car talk and lots of swearing. Then you would have "Bullrun."
With the former professional wrestler Bill Goldberg as its host, "Bullrun" is the television spinoff of the real-life road rally of the same name, in which entry fees run more than $17,000. Participants, who sometimes refer to themselves as petrosexuals, take their socializing almost as seriously as their racing. (In 2004 Paris Hilton dropped the flag for Bullrun.) In 2007 rally girls in Whitefish, Mont., wearing red mini-dresses and black fishnets, wield the flags for the staggered start of "Bullrun." One is knocked over, which is only the start of the insults for the few women bold or stupid enough to venture into this decidedly male domain.
Two are a team: the sisters Dimi and Drea, driving a Scion and burbling about bonding as they amble along behind faster cars. Some drivers call the sisters names behind their backs that might prompt talk of litigation if this were a reality show about, say, a corporate law firm. But Dimi and Drea are great sports. One lends a male driver a tampon to plug his leaking radiator, proving that women are good for something after all. The other woman in the race is Morgan Alsop, 23, driving a Trans Am with her father, Mike. These two are attractive, cheerful and delightful to behold, until she accuses him of noxious flatulence, he tells her to grow up, and she runs over an animal.
Sometimes watching "Bullrun" is as tedious as being on a road trip with your own family.
And sometimes it's worse.
The first leg of the journey, from Whitefish to Athol, Idaho, is a series of missed turns, dangerous moves and witless dialogue. When the hottest car in the group passes an opponent, the driver of the fast car chortles: "They've never seen a Lamborghini. We thought we'd show them what the taillights looked like." Some automobile aficionados will understand and love all of this. For those who see a car speeding down the road and think only, "There's a car speeding down the road," "Bullrun" works the way all reality shows do: by appealing to basic urges. In this case, our primal competitiveness and our deep-seated propensity for cathartic violence: there's always the possibility of a flameout, either emotional or literal.
As Mr. Goldberg says on his Web site (billgoldberg.com), "One winner, but a whole lot of roadkill along the way."
I'm proud of David and Andy. I think they are great event organizers. I think they are excellent TV producers. They developed Bullrun into a brand that I was proud to be a part of. But maybe I'm too narrow minded to see how the Bullrun show and the Bullrun 1000 plays in to their vision of the ultimate high-end automotive lifestyle brand. As for me, I'll be running the Unlimited Class in 2007.
ANYWAY, enjoy this review from the New York Times. Reposted by permission. (Thanks, Whit!)
Petrosexuals, Start Your Engines (and Your Foul Mouths)
March 13, 2007
By Susan Stewart
There is a lot to be said about the profound and intimate relationship between men and their cars. Don't expect "Bullrun" to say any of it. This new reality series, which has its premiere tonight on the Spike channel, follows a 4,000-mile Montana-to-Mexico road race with 12 teams of drivers competing for a $200,000 purse. Imagine that "The Amazing Race" was hijacked and taken to a chop shop, where class, human interest and wit were stripped from its chassis for resale to, say, "Hell's Kitchen 3," so that all that was left were outtakes, unenlightening car talk and lots of swearing. Then you would have "Bullrun."
With the former professional wrestler Bill Goldberg as its host, "Bullrun" is the television spinoff of the real-life road rally of the same name, in which entry fees run more than $17,000. Participants, who sometimes refer to themselves as petrosexuals, take their socializing almost as seriously as their racing. (In 2004 Paris Hilton dropped the flag for Bullrun.) In 2007 rally girls in Whitefish, Mont., wearing red mini-dresses and black fishnets, wield the flags for the staggered start of "Bullrun." One is knocked over, which is only the start of the insults for the few women bold or stupid enough to venture into this decidedly male domain.
Two are a team: the sisters Dimi and Drea, driving a Scion and burbling about bonding as they amble along behind faster cars. Some drivers call the sisters names behind their backs that might prompt talk of litigation if this were a reality show about, say, a corporate law firm. But Dimi and Drea are great sports. One lends a male driver a tampon to plug his leaking radiator, proving that women are good for something after all. The other woman in the race is Morgan Alsop, 23, driving a Trans Am with her father, Mike. These two are attractive, cheerful and delightful to behold, until she accuses him of noxious flatulence, he tells her to grow up, and she runs over an animal.
Sometimes watching "Bullrun" is as tedious as being on a road trip with your own family.
And sometimes it's worse.
The first leg of the journey, from Whitefish to Athol, Idaho, is a series of missed turns, dangerous moves and witless dialogue. When the hottest car in the group passes an opponent, the driver of the fast car chortles: "They've never seen a Lamborghini. We thought we'd show them what the taillights looked like." Some automobile aficionados will understand and love all of this. For those who see a car speeding down the road and think only, "There's a car speeding down the road," "Bullrun" works the way all reality shows do: by appealing to basic urges. In this case, our primal competitiveness and our deep-seated propensity for cathartic violence: there's always the possibility of a flameout, either emotional or literal.
As Mr. Goldberg says on his Web site (billgoldberg.com), "One winner, but a whole lot of roadkill along the way."
Bullrun 2006: Complete
29 July 2006 at 17:47 Filed in:
News
THAT was one of the more exciting adventures of my
life.
Update: I hear the Michigan Attorney General is looking for me. You can contact my lead motor vehicle counsel.
Update: I hear the Michigan Attorney General is looking for me. You can contact my lead motor vehicle counsel.
