Filed under: Event Coverage
I’m afraid I’m worthless to you fellas today. Utterly worthless. It has nothing at all to do with the marathon round of hooliganism that Brother Tardel and I partook in last night. We are, in fact, already awake and at em’. It’s just that I’ve got a shit ton of stuff to do today in preparations for tomorrow’s Hot Rod Revolution.
You are going to be there, right? Spectator gates open up around 10am, but feel free to show up at 1:30 or so… We don’t mind. Honest.
And just so I don’t leave you completely high and dry this morning, enjoy the photo below that I jacked from this guy. It features a strapping young lad preparing his pedal car for domination. As cool as his little Vette is, his shoes are what owns me. I’d totally rock a pair.