Racecar Bed Racing
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Early one Boston morn in December of 1867, a man by the name of Harry Foghorn Dynamite was asleep in his bed. Suddenly, the bed began to roll. It bumped into the wall, jarring Harry awake. Harry sat dazed for a few moments, and then had an idea. Harry figured that if beds could roll, then certainly the public would pay good money to see a lot of beds, in one place, racing just like the horsies of that time. Harry formed a bed racing league in February of 1868.
The first event, the Bed-wetter 500, kicked off on February 21st, coincidentally the same day that U.S. President Andrew Johnson wet his own bed after severely spraining his foot on the White House steps the day before.
The turnout at the race was a little more than Dynamite had expected. 127 people showed up, far more than the 120 or so people he was expecting. The crowd really got into it. But then the starting gun went off and what followed was an epic failure. Everyone left the stadium enraged. Harry Foghorn Dynamite was officially banished from Boston that day, now known as Yellow Wednesday. He was last seen knitting behind a Denny's in Sheboygan.
edit What went wrong?
“It was a good idea. I just didn't think it through.”
It turns out that, while beds do indeed roll, they don't roll very fast and they don't have steering wheels. So, one by one, the beds ran straight into the first wall... very slowly. The bed that hit the wall first was declared the winner... with a time of 23.06 seconds. The projected lap time for a full lap was approximately 2 minutes and 30 seconds.
Had engines existed back then... nope... the event still would have sucked, plus there would have been major safety issues. No seat belts, as well as no doors or windows, would have equaled sure disaster and an urgent need for restrictor mattress tags. Also, without a proper steering mechanism, it is assumed that a full race would have been nothing more than 8 beds riding the wall all the way around the track, which would probably lead to mass suicides from insanity caused by the sheer annoyance of that constant scraping sound.
Present at the Bedwetter 500 was a young Henry Ford. Upon realizing that beds had the potential to transport people, he figured it could someday be possible for a specialized machine to roll around and transport people. It's kind of ironic that Henry saw such a great idea in such a bad one. Every time you drive, you should think about how cars were made possible by the uneven foundation of Harry Foghorn Dynamite's bedroom. But I bet you don't even care.
edit Racecar Bed Racing Formed
Nearly 70 years after Yellow Wednesday, after cars had been a prominent fixture in the world, a new bed racing league was formed in Baltimore by a man named Ahmadallah Raja-Fallujah Smith. This time, racecar beds were used in place of conventional beds. Equipped with engines and steering wheels, everything was set. Redemption was close at hand.
The first race, the Great Depression 400, kicked off On July 4th, 1935. Crowds gathered outside the arena to get a glimpse at history, because it's really all they had. Some of the people present had even witnessed the Bedwetter 500 as little kids and were now smelly old people. The crowd was restless. The beds took their marks. The starting gun went off... and not a single bed moved.
edit What went wrong THIS time?
“Harry would have loved this”
As it turns out, those "wheels" on racecar beds are merely put there for decoration and aren't actual wheels. After top scientists of the time did extensive experiments, it was concluded that fake wheels do not roll, thus any machine propped up on said fake wheels will also not roll. The race was a disaster and Smith was banished from Baltimore. He was last seen in the mystery film "Murder at 7-11". It wasn't so much a film as it was a surveillance tape.
edit Bed Racing Records (Bedwetter 500)
FASTEST LAP TIMES (Times are unofficial):
SLOWEST LAP TIMES (Times are
HIGHEST SPEED ACHIEVED:
6 MPH, achieved by Bed #2
Egbert Bailey Willingham - 1 win
edit Bed Racing Records (The Great Depression 400)
FASTEST LAP TIME:
SLOWEST LAP TIME:
HIGHEST SPEED ACHIEVED:
0 MPH, achieved by Beds 1 through 8
Ural Winners - 1 win
The other 7 drivers, or no one. You make the call. I personally think we're all losers here!
edit Little Known Facts
- The total revenue from concession stands at the Bedwetter 500 were $137.50
- The total revenue from concession stands at the Great Depression 400 were $734.99. It just goes to show the effect of inflation (and a bigger crowd)
- One of the beds at the Bedwetter 500 was disqualified for committing 2 false starts
- Ural Winners went on to host 2 wildly unpopular game shows in the 1950s. "Don't Cum In My Mouth" was canceled after only half an episode and "Let's Eat Some Turkey And Screw" was cancelled after a surprising 9 month run.
“My Harry was always trying to do different things in bed.”
“Oh... I'm sorry, ma'am... we're all out of those”
“I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore”
- ↑ Upon waking up that morning, Johnson's foot was in such pain that he didn't want to get up, so he decided his bed was absorbent enough. He peed 'til he could pee no more. Then, he peed some more. It didn't work very well and Johnson spent most of the day doing laundry and loudly complaining about his sore foot.
- ↑ Willingham admits he doesn't remember winning the race because he didn't even plan on entering. His wife dragged his bed to the track as he was sleeping. He slept through the whole fiasco. He now acknowledges his importance in history.
- ↑ It is still unclear as to what he was doing instead of focusing on the race.
- ↑ Controversy still looms over the winner of this event. When the announcer said over the loudspeaker "By default, the winner is.... Ural Winners!", Ural jumped up from his bed and shouted for joy. Only problem is that the other 7 participants jumped out of THEIR beds and celebrated. It's still unclear as to who was declared the winner. Did the guy say "Ural Winners" or did he say "You're all winners"? Unfortunately we'll never know.