Our drive to our next track is,
as usual, long and painful. The only rest we get are during
one of these bathroom breaks where we can stretch our legs
and grease up the axles on the trailer.
We’re deep
in the heart of TX, I think. Why did we drive through TX?
Ask Paul. And people think my sense of direction is
warped. To take this picture, I had to cross the deserted
highway and stroll several meters into the countryside. And
I nearly got attacked by a rattlesnake. Now wouldn’t that
have been a great ending to our One Lap adventure!
Here’s the
start of the first session. And we’re off and running!
Hallet is
an interesting track. It’s still up in such a way that
spectators don’t get to see much racing action. Or at least
I didn’t because I spent most of my time nearly lighting the
EVO on fire. Don’t ask. Let’s just say we’re luck to still
be here
J
Our pal and
pro driving stud, David Murray posting for the camera. See
all those tools and supplies he is lugging around with him?
No? Neither do we! Can you believe that he only thing he
brought on his One Lap exodus is a bottle of windex and a
co-driver? “It’s a Porsche, we don’t need no tools,” we
overheard him say. We can’t exactly argue with him, can we?
In both
sessions, we can in fifth place overall (First in Class).
Paul looks dejected. I think he wanted to lay down some
smack today. But with being so close to the finish, we ran
the car with just enough boost to come first in class and
collect our daily points. We’re still at a deficit due to
our first day skidpad debacle.
To make
Paul feel better, during the drive to the Road America, we
stopped by at the Worlds Largest McDonalds in… uh… hmm… oh
who cares. Some in the Midwest. Taste one Big Mac, you
taste them all.
Appearantly,
the McDonalds stop didn’t satiate Paul’s appetite for junk
food. Fortunately, we stopped by at yet another massive
store dedicated to make people get fat. This one sold just
about every type of candy we could think of. We left with a
bagful of salty water taffy which I’m still chewing one some
one month later. Yum.
Look! It’s
Ron Adee and his brother in their absurdly fast race truck.
Wow, they actually do drive it from track to track. That
car is so obnoxiously loud that we were certain that no one
could drive it for more than 10 minutes without going deaf.
I guess that is what their noise-canceling headphones are
for!
This is
what our EVO looks like when reflected upon a shiny tanker
truck. Pretty sleek, huh?
At the risk
of offending DSM owners everywhere, I’m going to refrain
from making any comment. Oh… what the hell, all of them
already hate me. Yeah, a DSM getting towed somewhere. What
a surprise…
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