Boycott of French GP a Success!

The unplanned boycott of this morning's French Grand Prix was (almost) completely successful. This intrepid reporter delved deep into the bowels of fandom and ventured into The Pointe, a well known hangout of rabid GP afficionados. A lone Alfa Romeo Spider sat out front on this overcast and sometimes rainy morning while inside sitting astride a well worn barstool sat a lone individual feasting on an overdone cheese and mushroom omelet. Between sips of copious amounts of sugarless coffee I asked this contrarian, known in some circles as AlfaMale, why he alone decided to defy the boycott against all things French on this the most patriotic of all American weekends. Along with a shrug of his shoulders “C’est la vie” was his only reply. Further investigation revealed this Francophile’s Alfa was shod with Michelin tires, an obvious slap in the face to all great patriotic Americans who endeavored to attend or even watch the US Grand Prix of a fortnight ago. Thus leading this reporter to conclude that elements of the French Underground are alive and well in Hampton Roads, willing to sacrifice nothing to spit in the face of all true Americans and all the while cavorting with women of uncertain morals and unshaven armpits with names such as Brigitte and Avril. Reporting from Willoughby Spit this is Lemuont Peon.