FROM the outset let me say I have never been a huge V8 Supercar fan.
I'm actually one of those people who watches the opening lap of the Bathurst 1000 (mainly) to see if any drivers stall on the grid and eight cars plough into them, or in case there is a huge pile-up on the first turn.
Unlike colleague Kenny Grimson, I don't have high-octane fuel coursing through my bloodstream. Mine's probably more a mixture of Carlton Cold and Nescafe.
Suffice to say, Kenny G loves the Great Race at Bathurst and is glued to the TV for every mind-boggling lap.
That aside, I always have the TV at work tuned in when the cars are powering around Mt Panorama ad nauseam.
At least that way I can sneak a peek every hour just to keep tabs on who's winning, just in case some random in the office wanders up to ask the very same question.
These types presume the hard-working people in the sports section of this magnificent paper will always know that sort of thing.
In reality, there's more chance of us being able to pass on the result of the third race at Devonport dogs than whether Garth Tander is in front of Mark Winterbottom at Bathurst after 822 laps.
Trust me, keeping up with the form at racetracks across the length and breadth of Australia is a tough gig � and someone has to do it.
Anyway, there's always time to catch a race or two at Gulargambone, Gympie or Gormandale and still be able to keep in touch with what's happening at Bathurst.
The race goes on, and on and on, and the Kenny Grimson's of the world absolutely lap it up.
They quite literally drive the race from their armchair at home.
I bet they feel for the brake across the top of the mountain and smash their foot through the floor when the cars hit Conrod Straight.
It's a bit like punters in any TAB, anywhere, anytime. When it comes to the last 200 metres of a race in which their horse has a hope of winning, they flay their rolled up formguide whip with as much vigour and venom as Glen Boss does near the post in a Group One race.
Sorry, maybe in the case of Glen Boss that should read DID, especially since the head honchos of horseracing have kowtowed to the Save The Snales mob and limited the use of the persuader by jockeys.
What a joke. Think about it.
How many times have you seen a horse at a racetrack come back after a race with blood pouring from welts on its rear end?
Never? Yeah, that would be my guess.
Restricting the use of the whip by jockeys is exactly like putting a speed-limiter on a V8 Supercar � utterly stupid.
Surely the racetrack stewards have enough brains to work out when a jockey hits a horse too hard or too often.
When the whip draws blood, they can draw the line.
I reckon this would make things so much easier for all concerned.
In the realm of V8 Supercars, the idea of cutting back on the power of the engines wouldn't sit too kindly with Kenny Grimson and his mates.
They want the cars going faster, not slower.
From the perspective of someone wanting a crash or two or 10, the concept of making Tander, Winterbottom and company race at the speed limit is equally ridiculous.
How on earth are they supposed to smash into each other if they're not going flat out?
Any form of racing � cars, planes, motorbikes, boats horses, dogs, people etcetera � is all about going as fast as possible.
This means absolutely no restrictions on horsepower or pedal power, or anything else for that matter.
Thankfully, so far the do-gooders haven't managed to impinge on car racing like they have with the horses.
V8 Supercars are made to go as fast as mechanics can make them � and it's up to the drivers to keep the car from hitting a wall.
Everything considered, I actually like the thought of zooming around a circuit in a Commodore or Falcon doing 300 kilometres an hour.
Honestly, I'd love to give it a go one day, but I won't hold my breath waiting for it too happen.
Possibly I might have to just settle for watching Wagga's own V8 Supercar race in Sydney in December.
Even someone like me with a scant interest in the entire V8 scene is a wee bit excited about the People of Wagga car competing in the Telstra 500 at Homebush.
Purely and simply, I think it's a sensationally imaginative promotion for Wagga.
I bet by the time the race rolls around the People of Wagga car will have made it into the Sydney newspapers and also onto Sports Tonight and other TV sports shows.
I'm sure the whole, Wagga is the City of Sports thing, will ensure the car attracts mega media attention.
And this can only be a good thing for Wagga.
Fair dinkum, at the moment the city really can't generate much in the way of positive publicity.
Although Wagga City Council tries to tell us it is pushing Wagga as a tourist and business Mecca, I just can't see how things are getting any better.
Don't get me wrong. Wagga is a great place, and the perfect choice for capital of the Riverina. We just have to get the message out there.
So maybe a V8 Supercar is best way to do it. It's got me interested.
Now I only hope when the lights turn from red to green at Homebush Kenny G will have space on his lounge for me.
I'll take the Nescafe.
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JOE Williams take a bow.
Williams gambled on people supporting the fight night he promoted at Kyeamba Smith Hall on Friday night and hit the jackpot.
He really put boxing back on the map in Wagga.
Attracting 1100 people for a fight card in the city was just an unbelievable effort.
It seems to say there is definitely a market for boxing in Wagga, at least when the sport is promoted and conducted in the right way.
Williams now has plans to put on another fight night with even better quality fighters.
Imagine what this could do for boxing in the town.
The pressure, meantime, is now on the promoters of the big kick boxing tournament at Bolton Park on Saturday night to keep the momentum going.
Rest assured their event will face direct comparison to what Williams achieved at Kyeamba Smith Hall.
They won't want to come off second best.