Last night I drove three hours through the dark, under wildly starry skies, over backroads in my little 52 hp monster and now find myself at Carolina Motorsports Park, where I’ll be helping to judge the Lemons Race going on here today. Should be fun! Well, hot and long today especially , as we’re doing tech and cheater/bullshit inspections, but it’s still always fun. So, if you or someone you care about, deeply, is out here for the race, come by the judges’ shtetl and say hello!
Last night was dark enough that I really got to appreciate these big yellow foglamps. They even helped me spot a line of foolhardy deer that crossed in front of me, making me stand on my brakes and have many awful flashbacks of my last encounter with nature’s biggest, furriest idiots.
Anyway, if you don’t hear much from me today on the site, this is why: I’m here, at Lemons, pretending like I know what I’m doing.
Cool to get to shake hands with the one and only Torch, somehow I was not surprised in the slightest to see you rocking a mechanical typewriter next to a race track. Never change. 🙂
headed your way. eta 4pm
“I’m here, at Lemons, pretending like I know what I’m doing.”
Huh. I thought that was my job.
Did you bring the chainsaw?
Saw the headline & pic and was REALLY hoping he was competing in the race!
My first thought was the opposite: “You just got the little girl going again! Why would you risk a race?!”
I was wondering if he was using the Pao as a tow vehicle.
I hope you’re not planning on driving home tomorrow. The weather is looking…..interesting.
Deer are indeed nature’s biggest, furriest idiots. They are overgrown rodents with half the brain and I hate them. Did not feel this way quite so powerfully until I nailed one doing 70 in the wife’s minivan. Van actually did really well, and bambi briefly learned to fly.
Driving through Des Moines New Mexico in my van towing our cargo trailer just after sunrise I glanced left as an actual Phone Booth caught my eye when BAM. Holy shit! Sure enough..a deer. It was lying in the road. I was able to drive up to a gas station and ultimately was able to get a replacement radiator installed and continue on home to Denver. I walked back to the impact spot and the deer was gone.
I know and feel your pain. The Elk population around RMNP and Estes Park seem to have a death wish as well. Stay safe.
Roadkill venison is indeed the tastiest venison. 😉
“nature’s biggest, furriest idiots.” So you’ve met some of my neighbors?
Mine at least shave, but I’m in a relatively nice part of town…
That sounds like fun, even if it is in Garbage Carolina. 🙂
Note to Lemons teams: DO NOT ATTEMPT TO BRIBE TORCH WITH “TAILLIGHT” DONUTS.
At least you’re not in Maine. It could have been moose.
Of course, that little Pao could probably just go between a moose’s legs.
That’s one way to cheat on the moose test, I suppose. Sort of an automotive Kobayashi Maru.
I’m a doctor, not a veterinarian.
I’m a doctor, not a JDM mechanic!
I’m a doctor, not a limbo champion!
So, you cheated by driving under the moose. Congratulations, you are now a starship captain!
* NOT a SpaceX Starship BTW…
One of the first times I saw a moose in the wild was driving in Maine in the middle of the night. There seemed to be two people carrying a canoe above their heads in the lane ahead of me. I was young and not experienced with the actual size of mooses. I waited paitiently until Mr. Moose decided to vacate the lane.
They like roof rack belly rubs. Thules get them particularly excited.