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Well sir, I had a hell of a time. The more attentive readers out there will remember I was going to be a crooked judge at LeMons, trying to figure out the more obvious cheaters. Remember, there’s a $500 limit on each and every race car. Meaning if you spend more than that, you’re penalized laps. The race was a blast and half. But, they also let me and Jalopnik’s Murilee Martin pace the race in a Vitamin C colored Dodge Challenger SRT8. While the Dodge was a bit disappointing (slow and portly), nothing about the race was. From forcing a guy to eat pig brains and zingers to accepting a vodka tonic as a bribe, LeMons South was as much fun as I remember having. Dare I say that judging is actually more fun than racing? I’m either getting old and soft or pounding on $500 cars with rubber mallets really is a ton of fun. I should stop smiling by mid-August.
