The pictures below are just a small taste of all the Dale "The Intimidator" Earnhardt stuff that’s been produced since his death. Now understand, I’m not goofing on the late Earnhardt. From what little I know about him, he seemed like a pretty decent guy. What’s creepy, though, is his new posthumous career as the sock-car messiah. They should start selling his bone chips as relics to be kept at various racetracks around the nation soon. What’s creepier still is that most of the stuff is car related. That’s like selling River Pheonix model syringes.*

I’m most mad that I didn’t save one ad that I’d really like to have here. It was a set of two tins. The first had the current golden boy of the NASCAR circuit, Jeff Gordon, on a brightly colored tin. The second tin had a shadowy Earnhardt clouded in the type of twilight fog described in Gothic novels. Don’t worry, I’ll find it again, and when I do, I’ll scan it in.

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* I would like to apologize for this joke. Not because it’s a drug overdose joke, but rather because the “that’s like, . . .” metaphor joke is played out. It’s so 1993, and you deserve better. The problem is, I’m not always that funny.

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More to Come. More to Come. Check back.

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