LIVING IN CONSEQUENTIAL TIMES.
Sunday, March 15, 2026 at 08:01AM Editor's Note: This week, Peter continues his commentary on the global crisis that threatens to consume us, presenting a somber reflection on our times. In On The Table, we celebrate the 60th Anniversary of the Lamborghini Muira, complete with Peter's personal remembrance of the machine back in the day. And we have a new historic racing video, "The 1965 12 Hours of Sebring," which corresponds nicely with this week's Fumes. Our AE Song of the Week is "Midnight Blue" by Lou Graham. In Fumes, Peter presents the next chapter of his series, "The Great Races" focusing on the 1965 12 Hours of Sebring, famous for "The Deluge" and Chaparral's first major international victory. And in The Line, we have F1 results from Shanghai, China, and INDYCAR results from Arlington, Texas. Onward! -WG
By Peter M. De Lorenzo
Detroit. Last week's column "Hello, Pendulum" didn't sit well with some people, who responded with agitated suggestions that it was an overreaction to what will surely be a short-term blip in our daily lives. And, I’m paraphrasing multiple comments here, “I will drive ICE vehicles until hell freezes over,” or something like that. I wasn’t surprised at the reaction. In fact, I expected it. But I have a question for everyone out there in WebVille: You didn’t seriously think we’d endure this conflict in the Middle East unscathed and without repercussions, did you? Oh, and by the way, if you did, I really don’t know quite what to say, other than, are you frickin’ kidding me?
I'm closing this column with some consequential words by Bob Dylan, from his song “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall”):
And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell and speak it and think it and breathe it
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
“A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall” by Bob Dylan, from the album “The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan” (1963).* Written by Bob Dylan. Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group. Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind. Listen to it here:
*This is a 7-minute anti-nuclear war anthem. It was one of three social protest songs Dylan recorded on “The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan.” The others are “Blowin’ In The Wind” and “Masters Of War.” Dylan said that the rain was not literal fallout rain, but "some sort of end that's just gotta happen." (Knowledge courtesy of Songfacts.com)
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