As of me typing this, the Fiends are scattered. Zach is (most likely) freezing to death on the side of the road in one of his bloody knuckle rust-buckets somewhere off the 77. Levy has retreated to one of his Alpine-like castles deep within the Sierra Nevadas. Mr. Justin is staking out an exotic used car dealership just east of San Francisco. Mark Arnold is stuck under one of his BMWs. Sadly, the weather in his part of Michigan has dropped to single digits and as such he’s probably lost a toe. Jack Baruth is totally MIA in some winter wunderhell. Me? I’m in Philly, enjoying beaucoup cheesesteaks (double wiz wit) and cream cheese. Even though Autofiends is 3/4 Hebraic, not so much posting for the next couple of days. But come the 26th…
Arse-Freeze-Apalooza, boyeeeee! That’s right, I’ll be up at the coldest road course race in all the land (37 degrees last year — during the day) judging the cheatin’ bastids and dishing out justice. You might even get to see me in a race car. Maybe one containing Lucas electronics. Hinty hint hint. But wait, there’s more! Captain Levy has threatened to make an appearance and relieve Tanner Foust for a few dozen laps. There’s even the outside possibility that Justin Berkowitz might haul his ass up to Willows, CA and watch the crap-cars go rust round and round. Practice laps and bribing of the judges (aka Bullshit Inspection) commences on the 26th, highly poor skilled racing starts the 27th. Merry Holidays, y’all!