Rally start in 33 hours.
- Car... Uh, well, the guys who were building it managed to break the parts car windshield, but they say they have one lined up tomorrow morning and will drop it in, slam it in the trailer and go. And they're an 8 hour drive from the start line.
- License plate and insurance... They exist.
- Getting to the starting line... Uh, well, my ride backed out, so I'm trying to arrange alternatives.
- Packing... I've decided i'll be going with "racing onesie" as cold weather gear because it's thematically appropriate and, honestly, the most insulative piece of clothing I own. Also, a helmet, because this stupid thing has a cage and braining myself on it is not the best idea. Contemplating a HANS because why the hell not.
- Tools... $35 Harbor Freight toolset procured.
- Sanity... Missing.
- Girlfriend... Convinced I'm about to die.
Start rally tied for first (with an LT1 Roadmaster sedan done up Houston Slab style)
Car broke.
Decided to go get my truck and tow it for the rest of the rally because that'd be hilarious.
U-hauled it home. It broke the uhaul trailer.
Transferred it to my truck and trailer. Total power steering fluid containment failure, leading to non-op PS and non-op power brakes (yay hydroboost). On an 11,000lb rig with a trailer. Parked in the middle of the street.
Strong-armed that for an hour to park it somewhere not in the middle of the street.
Assessed what vehicles I own that are road legal and actually operable. Found BRZ and Outback. Dad uses the Outback as his daily, and he has a dog he takes most everywhere, so I should leave that. BRZ it is!
BRZ is about 7000 miles overdue for a 7500 mile oil change.
Change oil.
Hit highway.
Catch up with rally at the Pittsburgh hotel.
Drive a bunch. Ohio River Valley to Lexington. Red River Valley to Nashville. On to Birmingham.
Got insulted at the Lane Motor Museum concours judging when they said the world's highest mile BRZ is no more notable than any random 2009 Camry.
Lose a net total of like 400 points for switching to a reasonable car (the towing extravaganza brought me back up quite a bit)
Not sure where I finished, I assume midpack. The slab took second, losing to a Yugo. Not Mr. Regular's Yugo. That was the black one. The red one won. I'm pretty sure I won the 21st Century Car category, though (that was me, a rental F-150 that replaced a busted AMC Eagle, a Fusion Hybrid,
a Kia of some sort, a Hyundai Sonata.)
Oh, and somewhere along the line I lost my primary credit card. So there's that.