Detroit
OK, here is the real skinny. The death of the road player was a conspiracy by certain people in Detroit. After the local money went down the road with some of the legendary road players it was payback time. Nothing to do with fuel mileage or style, the real reason that cars were downsized was to move the road hogs from the royal suite to the flop house.
Even the top players knew they would be doing some sleeping in their cars and that was as much the reason for the big car as the highway ride. Most pool players could stretch out, front seat or back. Now when a player spends the night in these little cars with his knees jammed into the front seat and his neck twisted like a pretzel against the door while his feet are jammed against the other door it is a chiropractor's delight, if they could afford one. Takes an hour or two just to quit looking like a walking question mark!
Bring back the big Detroit iron and cheap gas then we'll see the rebirth of the road player. Few motel beds slept as good as the back seat of my '67 Poncho Executive. At thirty-five cents a gallon for name brand premium gasoline I don't even remember the gas mileage, who cared?
Hu
Another problem is the mentality of some of the players. I just spoke to a player about me sending him to an area to play a guy that will lose $10,000+. I also told this young player that I could probably line him up to make nearly $200 per day to cover expenses. The player then told me that he didn't want to go where he might win $10,000 knowing he would be spending $400 per day. It amazes me that his expectations are to have to spend $400 per day traveling. Ridiculous.
OK, here is the real skinny. The death of the road player was a conspiracy by certain people in Detroit. After the local money went down the road with some of the legendary road players it was payback time. Nothing to do with fuel mileage or style, the real reason that cars were downsized was to move the road hogs from the royal suite to the flop house.
Even the top players knew they would be doing some sleeping in their cars and that was as much the reason for the big car as the highway ride. Most pool players could stretch out, front seat or back. Now when a player spends the night in these little cars with his knees jammed into the front seat and his neck twisted like a pretzel against the door while his feet are jammed against the other door it is a chiropractor's delight, if they could afford one. Takes an hour or two just to quit looking like a walking question mark!
Bring back the big Detroit iron and cheap gas then we'll see the rebirth of the road player. Few motel beds slept as good as the back seat of my '67 Poncho Executive. At thirty-five cents a gallon for name brand premium gasoline I don't even remember the gas mileage, who cared?
Hu