Hunter S. Thompson

Despite the childishness of it, I enjoy reading about cars, engines and so forth. Direct Shift Gearbox? I'm all over it. New Audi motor? Where's the link? It's a guilty pleasure in these gas starved globally warmed times, and I'm not proud of it. I'd like to blame it on driving a Renault Clio for almost four years, but the truth is that I've been hooked since high school and still (I think) have a picture of a Ruf Carrera CTR C4 hanging in my old bedroom in my parents house to prove it. Anyway, these days I frequent Jalopnik for my daily fix. A few days ago they linked to an article by Hunter S. Thompson called "Song of The Sausage Creature" about riding motorcyles and the Ducati 900SS. Now besides seeing "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", which I loved, I never was very interested in HST's Gonzo writing style. It seemed a little too bizarre and poorly crafted for my tastes. After reading this article though, I realize that that was a grave underestimation of his skills as a writer an humorist. As I read the article I developed an actual sharp pain (you know, the one from the cliche?) in my side which I had to physically clamp down on with my right hand to suppress the laughter induced pain. I LOVE this article and have sent it to almost everyone I know, and have even accosted my friend Taras on gmail chat and made him read it. Now I need to go find everything that he's ever written. And buy a Ducati.