The 2018 24 Hours of LeMans is an hour away from its halfway mark and it looks like I will fail once again in my yearly attempt to articulate why it’s such an intense, one-of-a-kind experience, but I’ve included my progress in this go so far just below.
For 5 consecutive Junes, I’ve made a point to stay up one whole weekend in order to follow “The Superbowl of Motorsport” — a few quaint men hurling themselves around a double-digit, flapper-era French ribbon in machines built specifically to torture themselves with record-breaking efficiency — to “witness the pinnacle of engineering, driving, and athletic excellence.” In 2016, I even bothered a young Extratone with this entirely off-beat event, which Tim, Kaleb and I unsuccessfully attempted to stream on YouTube. Every year, I spend some of the day trying to articulate why exactly this one race is so magical. At 6 this morning, this year’s 86th annual Circuit des 24 Heures du Mans began with a green flag waving more than 5100 miles away. Immediately afterwards, Andre Lotterer was too late to brake, crashing into Ben Hanley and comically releasing the entire nose of his LMP car. The release of a year’s worth of anticipation and preparation often makes the first few hours of the race feel like a mad dash.
“You cannot spend one second looking back,” commented a RadioLeMans host after just half a minute had passed. (I still can’t keep up with their names even after all these years, but they are step one of LeMans watching.) By 6:11, the historic and infamously-dangerous Circuit de la Sarthe was declared wet. Since 2015, I’ve cheered on a particular Brazilian vegan called Fernando Rees through two tours with Aston Martin Racing – my favorite team – and one with Corvette, last year, but neither he nor his team are present this time.
Committedly keeping up with a motorsport event designed more for manufacturers and stark tradition than its fans – the luckiest of whom nap in trackside tents amid the rain and combustive sonic hell on the other side of the planet – which has served as the pinnacle emotional, physical, and technical trial (yes, in that order) throughout the entire history of auto racing does not sound like a positive experience, but emotionally, I’ve become deeply intertwined with LeMans and formed a relationship with it like no other has approached or even approximated with any other sporting event. I wish I knew enough about the history and technicalities of endurance motorsport to write about it professionally because the stories it generates are always engaging, no matter what. Jackie Chan and Patrick Dempsey are LeMans’ most recognizable patrons to the general public.
— ぽめぽめ51 (@51chanman1) June 16, 2018
It’s long since been reasonable for me to pretend I’m able to completely separate automotive topics from Extratone, so I finally gave in and created a Honk channel in our Discord. Please feel free to stop by and/or invite your friends with the link extratone.com/honkdiscord.
The breaking, trending news about my dearest little Libel is probably quite bad. It turns out, my charger cable tripping incident a few weeks ago was a truly-destructive one. I not only destroyed the X360’s DC port but the port’s bracket as well. Would you believe me if I told you I actually found coffee stains on the bottom of its cooling fan? I expedited a new port and struggled to install it today — though I originally got its charging indication LED to light up positively, the fiddling that was required, following appears to have damaged either the new part or the machine, itself — I can no longer elicit any response from it whatsoever. I have a feeling some soldering would do the trick, but every day without a computer of my own to use presents a problem if I’m to accomplish any Extratone-related work at all.
Please give me a break: the last time I had to disassemble a computer to this extent, Dual-Core CPUs were just becoming affordable. The proper avenue for the cable is also less than an afterthought, yadda yadda, etc. etc. (“The Open Web” refers only to my right to complain to absolutely no one but The Good Gourd.)
Google Analytics is acting a fool (it turns out, all I needed to do to get us back up in search results for “Extratone” was completely break my account,) but I’ll be damned if authenticating The Extranet with Bing wasn’t the quickest web-administrative task I’ve ever done. Less than 60 seconds to verify and approve comprehensive sitemaps — no fucking lie. Despite our huge downtime at the beginning of the year, both it and DuckDuckGo were quick to recognize us as the top relevant result for “Extratone,” leaving only Google to Square The Fuck Up. Granted, you’re apparently more likely to be sent our way if you’re looking for “opg,” “om6,” “u3u,” or “ruu.” If that’s how you’ve ended up here, welcome and congratulations! This is, indeed, the place you’ve sought.
Editor’s Note: Please disregard the JavaOS data — that’s all me.