StanAE86
07-25-2006, 10:15 AM
Anyone got a project car they're never going to finish and a pile of spare parts?
http://www.24hoursoflemons.com/index.html
The intro page includes this opener:
"
The crowd. The spectacle. The pall of blue smoke and roasted clutch
discs. In all motorsport, no event captures the universal human need
to whale on old crapcans and hoover down greasy barbecue like the 24
Hours of LeMons.
This endurance race is for cars purchased, fixed up, and track-prepped
for a total of 500 bucks or less--and before reaching the grid, you'll
have to survive the Old-Lady Mannequin Slalom, the Oil-Slicked Baby
Carriage Braking Test, the Brick On the Gas Pedal Challenge, and
similar qualifying rounds. The racing on Saturday and Sunday is broken
up by an all-night party—don't miss the masseuses, hot tubbing,
gold-toothed rappers, barbecued roadkill, drive-in car movies,
exceedingly caffeinated beverages, Ferris wheel, and other wholesome
diversions. Twelve hours into the race, the car voted People's Choice
(for best concept and prep) is called in and awarded a cash prize.
Simultaneously, the car voted People's Curse (for being driven by the
biggest jerk-offs) is called in and summarily crushed. At the end of
24 hours, a gala awards ceremony plies the survivors with trophies,
plaques, and four-figure purses paid with canvas bags full of nickels.
I mean, seriously--what's not to like?
"
http://www.24hoursoflemons.com/index.html
The intro page includes this opener:
"
The crowd. The spectacle. The pall of blue smoke and roasted clutch
discs. In all motorsport, no event captures the universal human need
to whale on old crapcans and hoover down greasy barbecue like the 24
Hours of LeMons.
This endurance race is for cars purchased, fixed up, and track-prepped
for a total of 500 bucks or less--and before reaching the grid, you'll
have to survive the Old-Lady Mannequin Slalom, the Oil-Slicked Baby
Carriage Braking Test, the Brick On the Gas Pedal Challenge, and
similar qualifying rounds. The racing on Saturday and Sunday is broken
up by an all-night party—don't miss the masseuses, hot tubbing,
gold-toothed rappers, barbecued roadkill, drive-in car movies,
exceedingly caffeinated beverages, Ferris wheel, and other wholesome
diversions. Twelve hours into the race, the car voted People's Choice
(for best concept and prep) is called in and awarded a cash prize.
Simultaneously, the car voted People's Curse (for being driven by the
biggest jerk-offs) is called in and summarily crushed. At the end of
24 hours, a gala awards ceremony plies the survivors with trophies,
plaques, and four-figure purses paid with canvas bags full of nickels.
I mean, seriously--what's not to like?
"