If the cabal of local politicians in this “city of stars” wants to sponsor novel public entertainment in the run-up to the elections, then I suggest they don’t do it with bland viewings of tarpaulins.

They love littering their street corners and school walls with colorful shit, that’s for sure. And all the things that they can do: give you scholarships, get you jobs, repair your cell phones, pose in boxing gloves, all of them at the same. (more on the very many things they’ll do as a service to you in a future blog).

But DANNY TUBERO 09228992674 pasted on your Meralco post can probably do the same things and more.

Which is to say these public service stunts on tarps have been done to death.

What about this, Herbert and Babes, for a change: sponsor a Le Mans type of race in your very own Quezon City Circle.

I thought up the idea when, from UP Campus out to make that incredible U-Turn to Philcoa on my way to a meeting in Quezon Avenue, I found myself sucked into the counter-clockwise maelstrom of traffic into the circle.

They used to have two directions in this area, two concentric circles going opposite ways separated by an island. It didn’t make sense to go either way when you’re going to end up in the same place anyway, it being a circle and all.

So the QC local boys must have realized this themselves and instituted a counter-clockwise flow of traffic.

The result: absolutely manic display of driving skills.

I eased into the circle and found out that it was not the thing to do.

Instead you zoom in and let physics and a hell lot of gas hurtle you round the circle. And that’s not all—you are allowed to swerve from the inner circle all the way to the outer circle and back. Jeeps do it. Buses do it. And when you do, too, it’s the best PSP moment you’ll ever get.

So, back to you Herbert and Babes. Why don’t you sponsor a 24-hour endurance race around the circle? The rules being that there are no rules, because that’s how they do it in that part of the city. We’ll go around and around, taking the inside circle cutting jeeps who are themselves making a hard swerve to the outer circle to pick up passengers, and all that time your 2010 tarps whizz past us in a blinding display of colors.

It’ll be better than the Singapore night race. Cooler than Wacky Races.

Probably not much better than Kuya Germs’ Walk of Fame but not as static.