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Floors at the new shop look great. Workbenches are framed and waiting forshelving, equipment is piled in the corner. When the floor cures its timefor setting up and workin on cars!

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Now broadcasting from Ping.fm to all Rally Ready channels!

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Now broadcasting from Ping.fm to all Rally Ready channels!

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Saturday July 11, 20099:30AM departure from RRM World HQ in Austin. Vehicle #1 (truck, trailer and race car) hauls Wes, Jen, PC and Rudy while the much more road friendly vehicle #2 grabs the early lead hauling Dave, Eli, Nathan and Tyreese. Except for a couple stops for food and the occasional fuel stop the trip goes quick and smooth and we arrive in Green Mountain Falls, CO around 11pm to set

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Nothing says patriotic like abusing $500 cars around a cow-pasture-turned-racetrack for 24 hours with nothing more than bragging rights and a few boxes of nickels on the line. Especially if you're a Texan.The brain child of a sick, twisted car nut, the 24 Hours of LeMons is exactly that. A massive pile of wretched automobiles from the last several decades on their last leg vying for pointless

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There is nothing that can prepare you for a day like this one. Months of preparation, weeks of physical conditioning and three days of intense practice on the mountain. You've driven each section, now you've got one shot to put it all together and lay down the fastest time.The morning is early as usual. Wake up in the 4 o clock hour, the crew gets to packing the final things while I get suited up

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Here's a few photos from the week thus far:Eli. posing.Paul C on the open roadFixing the flat in DalhartAbide.View from the campsiteHome/work for the weekPikes Peak daily stormWhere's Lunchbox?Kwak on a rockRange RdPractice Middle SectionGetting ready for practiceMerek doing something.On the Dyno at Mac Autosport

Z Fosterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08449487342429612606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907688083232838435.post-84107692002870538672008-07-17T18:51:00.000-07:002008-07-17T19:11:21.864-07:00

There are few things in the world like waking up with your face pressed against a 55 gallon drum of 104 octane racing fuel. Especially in the back of a race trailer with 5 other guys.. at 3 am.Once again, somehow everyone is out of bed with minimal complaint and in the truck on the way to the mountain at 3:30 AM. We reached the top section for practice and unloaded the car. The first pass was ok,

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After practice, we split up into our two vehicles and headed down the mountain. Paul C and his car of goons went back to camp while us truckers decided to stop back at Mildred's Cafe for breakfast. The cheesesteak the day before was unrivaled and as expected, the waffles this morning were mind-blowing.After breakfast we made way back to camp and everyone found their own version of relaxation. The

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Up at 3:30, everyone moved relatively quickly and loaded into the truck and chase car to head up the mountain for practice. A 30 minute delay due to misplaced truck keys had blood boiling early but was laughable once we arrived safely and on time on the mountain. The truck had been packed with tools the night before and the car loaded on the trailer, the only thing missing was food. So the first

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Another easy morning, up at 6:30 for breakfast before hitting the road for tech and registration. Everything went smoothly at registration as everyone now has their credentials. Tech followed suit and no major hiccups meant we were ahead of schedule for the rest of the day. First on the agenda was a trip to the local Brakes Plus where we got our suspension aligned to suit the road conditions,

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After lunch things got more exciting. Wes' to-do list got heavier and everyone found themselves busier as we found more to fix on the car and more to setup around camp. The wind picked up with the weather and while we were working on bodywork, our canopies caught a gust and went flying, breaking a good portion of one of them. Eventually we managed to tie them down via some combination of wheels,

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Camp was quick and easy to set up last night, no complaints from any of the crew. Paul C made a fire while everyone else cleaned out the cargo area in the trailer and set up air mattresses. Wes, the king of snore opted, for the sake of our friendship, to pitch a tent. After sausage wraps and salad, sleep took everyone out quick.Most people were up and working by about 7:30, some people as late as

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Pikes Peak Day 1Departure was a miraculous 6 am, just an hour behind schedule. Other than bags and food, only a handful of items had to be packed last minute. Apparently planning works fairly well.The drive was nice and smooth at first until our mechanic Wes noticed tire noise around Dallas. Nobody put it on paper and as we learn, if it doesn't get put on a list it doesn't get done. So we cruise

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Ever wondered what it is like to sit in a four wheel drive turbocharged rally car? Rally Ready driver Dave Carapetyan gives you an e-ride:Through the intercom into the drivers helmet: 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Go. Left 3 over crest 30. Right three minus down 50. Right four into left 5 20 right five opens long.The co-driver rattles off a succession of seemingly computer calculated information that

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