
It’s 10am, Saturday morning at Buttonwillow Raceway in central California, and the sun is finally starting to take the bone-aching cold out of our toes. Around one hundred thirty crappy old hoopties and ultimate driving machines circle the track in a motorized spectacle that can only be described as part Burning Man, part mid-20th century NASCAR, waaaay back when they actually raced street-based cars. Teams gather along the pit walls to watch the start of the race – chatting nervously, giggling and pointing out various goofy themes and creations as they cruise by.
Suddenly the green flag drops, the din grows to a screaming roar, smoke billows and cheers fill the air. The 24 Hours of Lemons “Arse-Freeze-Apalooza 2011” has just begun; a 2-day battle of endurance, perseverance, absurdity, a little strategy and a big steaming pile of plain old dumb luck. … Continue Reading