Ummmmmmm, you might if that were why the pseudonym were used. Look at the avatar. I use to start stock car races in the late '50's and early '60's (before I met my Bride) and in those days there were no red, green or caution lights around the track. The starter stood on the racing surface about one-third of the way between the first turn and the start/finish line and as the cars were exiting turn four I'd run up the track with the green flag folded in one hand and the caution flag folded in the other and if the start was good, would leap in the air waving the green flag!!! The race was on!
One afternoon the lead cars tangled after exiting the fourth turn to take the start (something broke on the car starting on the outside) and headed straight for ............... me. I was still on the racing surface about ten or fifteen feet from the "starter stand" at the start / finish line, a dirt pile with railroad ties planted in the center. That's where I headed and dove behind the dirt pile. The announcer said, "Did you see the starter as he "whizzed" behind that pile of dirt!!! And the name stuck.
Thing is, if the announcer knew the truth, instead of Whizzer, the name would have been "dirty drawers."
To cap off the days events, I got my $20.00 pay check and bought as much Rheingold Beer as $20.00 would buy and the officials and drivers had a party. A six pak at the time was less than a dollar. But you did need a church key!
Anyway, I'm still leaning towards a urine fetish for ya.
