DAZZLER SPEED RACER LAMAR
And then you just, like, track the target super fast and ram into it really hard just like those old BANG HARDER Derby T-shirts. And I call the payloads that are gonna squeeze out in the impact Orange crush because of that one soda that never seemed to go anywhere but ended up in Mexico hot and flat like the pulp of all these soft, soft targets. And in between the demolitions I just build my breaker wall and hope the great big monster pillars don’t waddle onto my little trench. I really think of it as driving in a car when I get out here. Like I’m just hot rodding it at speeds of mach 5 or 7 into its scales where I’m sure the human seeds of all the populations that tried to glom on are still burrowed down in there. And then I feel one of the crashes that comes all the way inside the armor fix. I see the edge of something tearing into me. A sort of bruising blood that rolls around you when you’re in a bad collision. And I know this is a really bad collision.
This article appears in May 7 • 2004.