Jeff tries out the back seat...no need for ballast like a muddy rallycross.
Tires swapped and ready for a second day of on-track action.
The Z which was so heavily damaged last night pulled back out on track not long after the racing started. There were chants of, "ZOM-BIE! ZOM-BIE! ZOM-BIE!" in the pits as the driving dead surprised the crowd and got back underway.
Organizer Jay Lamm metes out another creative penalty to the SHO. Driving like a dick or a road hog got you sheet metal airbrakes in the shape of a rooster or pig welded to your roof, shock collar applied in the pits, or one of these baskets of raw eggs screwed your hood. Jostling out on track broke eggs and bounced them out of the basket. There were also spikes pointing *inward* toward your radiator which were welded on, or pelting by fish-emulsion-filled water balloons, etc.
Sin City Lemons were still struggling to get the LTD working well mid-morning.
Jeff tapped the wall and we had to hammer on the car to keep the fenders out of the tires.
Mild scraping and bending.
Jeff was understandably unhappy, but Blake seemed enthused about a chance to use his slide hammer.
Hard to capture with my point and shoot, but there is a BMW off track up to the axle far right (near the towtruck.) We couldn't figure it out for a bit, but look far left for a little dark spot, right at the edge of the frame at the same level as the track. That dark spot is one of the Beemer's rear wheels! Whoops!
The Mazdasaurus Wrecks suffered the People's Curse and got crushed. Each competing team got to select a car for their choice and a car for their curse. The cars with the most votes were honored and crushed, respectively. The Wrecks was a fast, fast car, pretty far outside the $500 budget for the event, and it also bumped more than a few competitors out on track, so...no surprise it was crushed. Here it is on a trailer to be hauled away to the metal recycler.
Typical Dirty Drifters means the deep fryer was fired up before the race was fully over.
Attrition kept climbing. The Rustang shot a gyser of water up about 30 feet out the top of the radiator. The SHO is being pushed throught he pits here, and the BMW which lost the wheel is visible right.
Our neighbors with the Alfetta GT kept soldiering on, but also kept pulling in to cobble it back together. They borrowed our welder more than once to patch the exhaust system back together.
Our Corolla pulls off the track having finished the event still driving very well.
Doug prepped the hot wings for frying and decorated the car with some lemons.
Blake prepares to pop the champagne.
Kris and Jeff L. check under the hood.
Jeff M. climbs out of his second stint.
Racers everywhere don't need the caption to recognize the re-telling of on-track events.
Whew. We pause and realize that we made it, we are done!
Post-race Dirty Drifters driver lineup.
Me with the car....the damage wasn't bad at all.
Our "Most Heroic Fix" trophy....made from a Trabant piston which saw some nasty detonation.
Dirty Drifters fried chicken.
The track fell quiet at sunset.
Mmmmmm...deep fried lemon!
Post race, complete with lemons in the headlights and on the wing.