So, I went to a rally this weekend. You know, the kind of rally for cars.
It was sick.
Dexter and I competed in his Buick Roadmaster, an ungainly station wagon with terrible brakes and no muffler. Due to an accurate digital speedometer in the center console, we were able to place 5th in our category, which had a field of 14 competitors. Had we not been stuck behind another team with a not-so-accurate speedometer in two out of the four stages, we probably would have even done better.
The roads we took were amazing, twisting through mountains in Pennsylvania's Laurel Highlands. This, for the most part, was lost on us, because navigating the huge car down these roads was an exercise in terror and mechanical strain. Trying to keep the speed down to the instructed pace was so tough that Dexter cooked his week-old brake pads down to the wear indicators in one day. Next time I'm doing this, I'm bringing a more well-suited car.
All in all, it was a fun weekend, and we got to see a lot of really cool cars. For more on that, I have photos on Facebook.
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Slight edit: Dexter got the official results in the mail last week: We placed fourth in our category, and fifth overall. Sick.
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