Okay, so the first thing I spied with my little eyes yesterday after my buddy Phil Burgess, editor extraordinaire, posted my first VLOG installment from here in vivacious Vegas was that he added a hyphen, thus creating V-LOG. I pondered this for a couple of seconds, and then it faded from my aging and depleting memory. Then, last night, I was talking to the lovely and talented Miss Will, who according to his blog is Rod Fuller’s favorite Top Fuel driver, and she mentioned to me something that had somehow managed to escape my aging and depleting brain…that VLOG stands for Video Log. I let out a “Doh!” that would make Homer proud, and then it hit me, you know, like a pair of sevens at the Blackjack table, why PB had inserted that hyphen. I thought to myself…I said, “Self, that’s why Phil put in that hyphen!” So, I hope that I did not create any confusion or chaos with my nomenclature From this point forward with this little desert project, it will be know as the V (Insert Hyphen Joke Here) LOG.

Carrying on with the name game…

I have been on this kick lately to shed a few unwanted pounds and try to get in somewhat better shape. So, inasmuch, I have been trying to walk as much as I can. Ben Marshall and I walk every day after lunch for about 2.5 miles near the race shop in Ypsilanti. I try to walk every morning when we are out on the road, too. Our hotel in Vegas is right off of historic (yet not as famous as LVB) Sahara Ave. There’s a good little trek up the hill on Sahara from the hotel to a major intersection, the name of which is escaping the aforementioned aging and depleting memory, that I like to walk to and back for my morning stint. It’s not quite as far as I would like to go, but the incline makes the initial leg a little more challenging.

On the return leg back to the hotel, just like almost every square inch of this city, are businesses packed one on top of he other in what seems like 5-6 dozen strip malls. There are, of course, a multitude of street signs alerting the public-at-large of said businesses. I usually pay them no mind whatsoever on my journeys and just keep hoofin’. Yesterday, from some reason, I did take a gander skyward and was stopped in my intrepid tracks. “Ha!” I exclaimed as I noted the bottom panel of the illuminated sign. The last entry, as you can see in the photo, was for “Bounty Hunter – Video Poker/24 Hours”. Now, I know that you diehard Kalitta Motorsports fans know that there is only one true Bounty Hunter, Connie “the Bounty Hunter” Kalitta. Before there was a TV show about some super-mulleted guy named after a canine and a Monster Truck of the same name, there was the original, and forever the best in my mind, “Bounty Hunter”. So, this gives me a good segue to say thanks to the man, the myth, and the LEGEND, Conrad Kalitta who makes this whole thing possible for me and everyone at Kalitta Motorsports because the man absolutely adores drag racing.

Thanks Bounty Hunter.

A quick follow-up to V-LOG I: yes, I am still grinning about seeing the Thunderbirds and, yes, Buttercup is indeed still churning right along.

See ya tomorrow! Todd has left the building.