Walk the pits with me. Rain drops bead down cars from overnight. A once silent morning gradually shifts to idling motors, turning wrenches, and impact drills. Teams stage and the sunshine peeks through the clouds. Tires chirp from welded diffs, spectators chat, and banging rev limiters echo in the distance. Excited announcers are heard faintly over screeching tires and overlapping motor sounds that battle for your attention. The smell of burnt rubber lingers and a smoky haze fills the air. Take a final look at the cars before they're thrashed.
Let's take a moment to appreciate one of my favorite cars of the event.
George's e36
aaaaaaand action!
now i understand why people travel far and wide to be at this special event. it doesn't matter if you're spectating, driving, media, or a little kid getting towed around in a radio flyer wagon. the weekend goes by in the blink of an eye and you spend every moment with a smile on your face. until next time.
