The Quest for the “Whoop Ass”

or Who is “Waffle Boy” this Week

Some of you may recall the mono-log from a few years ago about “Whoop Ass”. It was similar in theme to a Jeff Foxworthy story where some guy was going to go “whoop someone’s ass”, and if need be would bring a can of Whoop Ass with him. Bud Harris and Steve Raeder are members of the Corvette Racers of Phoenix where instead of winning a trophy for top time of day you are awarded a can of Whoop Ass.

For BS Motorsports there is now a new reward, sort of. He who gets the slowest time on the team becomes Waffle Boy for the month. So how did this all come about you ask, well here’s the story.

Last November Bud and Steve were in Phoenix for their monthly race. Steve’s wife Lora decided to join us for the weekend. The “normal” routine is that Bud & Steve spend Monday cleaning the cars and getting things stored away before flying back to Seattle.

While in Phoenix we normally stay at David and Barbara Hurley’s. On this particular Monday we decided to meet for breakfast at the Waffle House. While David and Bud were waiting for Steve and Lora to arrive, David came-up with a little joke. Since Steve had the slowest time amongst the three of us (his first time at Firebird) David convinced the waitress to take Steve’s order last. After she took everyone else’s order the waitress was to ask “and for the Slow Guy”??

Obviously the rest of us at the table enjoyed this immensely. The next time Steve and David went racing Bud was not able to attend. This time David had the slower time and was cohersed into buying waffles.

Our next outing together was in January and this time Bud had the slowest time. As we started to leave the Waffle House David realized we had left our time sheets on our table. At the same time the waitress came running out with our sheets. Of course David had to explain to the waitress why we were there. As the story unfolded it became known that I had purchased breakfast. She immediately looked at me and said: “oh, you slow-poke”.

Then, to add insult to injury, we always go to the Jiffy-Lube Car Wash to clean-up the cars on Monday. Steve is having the oil changed in his car and unknown to Bud has a little side conversation with they guys in the shop. So as we are finishing-up I walk into the shop. The guys start asking some questions about how the weekend went, and the next thing you know I have been labeled “Waffle Boy” by people I don’t even know.

So, now you know the rest of the storyJ We travel thousands of miles, spend countless hours reviewing tape, buy all sorts of gadgets and performance parts, all for a little 50-cent can of whoop ass or a five-dollar breakfast. Yup, Way Too Much Fun ! !