I think that I shall never see
a thing as lovely as an internal combustion engine being overhauled.
Partner’s Brother Rich has recently dropped in the engine in his Mustang.
While the thought of wrenching on a car I need to have to drive to work makes me retch, the idea of working on a car for fun amuses the hell out of me. I haven’t done so in a while, but i’d like to think I still have a few engine rebuilds left in me
To that end, I keep thinking to myself, why not enter the 24 hours of lemons?
Ever since Ed reminded me of it, it made me think.
The car can’t cost more than $500.
The rollcage is not included in the price of the car, and i figure around $600 for that.
Nomex underwear, shoes, suit, and helmet can be had for $470. Times four that’s $1880.
Entry fee for the car and four drivers, $900
Total, 3880 or $970 each.
I figure the idea would be to get the car, yank and freshen the engine as much as one could do on the cheap. Take out the guts and sell them, and use the money for parts. Maybe even get a spare engine/trans. And drive like fucktards for 24 hours. maybe even get crushed!
From the website:
IS THIS, LIKE, REAL RACING?
Yeah, it’s real racing. That said, between the thick scrum of crapcans in front of you and our aversion to long, flat-out straightaways, you’re not going to set any speed records. It’s kinda like a loud, hot, noisy version of driving to work. For a really, really long time. Without actually getting anywhere. And it’s a lot harder to drink coffee through the helmet. Oh, and, you know, it’s more dangerous.
Sounds like my kind of fucktards.
I like how the judges get to pick and keep a couple of the cars of their choice at the end, to keep anyone from getting too attached to the vehicle they’ve built. It sounds fun!
I first heard of those lunatics a few weeks ago–they sound like my kind of nutcases!
I wonder if you get extra points for driving with your left foot?
Sounds like fun to me. What kind of course?
Ever since I first read about the 24 Hours of LeMons in C/D lo these many years ago, it has been my favorite racing series evar.
“Oldsmobile, bitches! Oldsmobile!”
Indeed.
Damn… sounds like a heap of fun!
Here in good old ZA we could do it in 10 seater minibuses, which we call “Taxis” or Zolas. The crowds could then cheer the drivers on using that abomination of African sport, the Vuvuzela!
That was always a problem for me, too; the only cars I had to work on had to get me to work.