While I’m in a grouchy mood, let me unload on NASCAR driver Greg Biffle. As if NASCAR drivers didn’t waste enough gas making endless left turns, Biffle has to take it further. When his doggies had an appointment with the NCSU Vet School, he packed them into his helicopter rather than drive to Raleigh from Mooresville (total Mapquest drive time: two hours, 40 minutes. Faster if you’re a NASCAR driver).
Now I know how attached people can get to their pets. I’d go out of my way to help my pets if they needed immediate medical attention. But Biffle’s dogs weren’t in urgent need of attention: they were going to a routine exam! Was it really necessary to get all Rambo and stuff? Why didn’t Biffle rappel down to the vet school roof while he was at it?
Heck, I’d love flying in a helicopter, too, but I wouldn’t fly it to the grocery store. This is just a bit too much.
It’s fun to say “Biffle.”
But not as much fun as it is to say “Dick Trickle.”
There are plenty of good vets in the Charlotte area. Why didn’t Biff pick one closer to home?