One trouble when you leave your beater at your day 4 hotel: you still have to get home from New Orleans. Solution? Buy another team’s car! Team #33, appropriately named Rumspringa, had planned all along to fly home to Pennsylvania. Their 1995 Subaru Impreza coupe’s owner, Rachel, offered the car up for $50. I offered $100 just on principle, and we drove it home without incident on Sunday after a relaxing day and a half in New Orleans with good friends of mine who live there.
The car, named CJ (Cesar Junior!), gets 32 mpg and has no exhaust system after the catalytic convertor, so it’s quite loud. Upon further inspection, it looks like the exhaust is all there, it’s just been disconnected at the cat. Not sure if that’s from general vibration or if it was intention, but I’ll probably get that fixed before selling it. It’s tempting to keep it, but I don’t really need a car with no A/C… Except maybe to sell to a future, foreign BABE Rally team in need.
Or I could rallycross it…
As for next year, I might be in the middle of a five-week internship as the final step in my Motorcycle Service Technology degree. But something tells me I’ll be awfully tempted to jump into the BABE Rally fray again, one way or another. It’s just stupid, addictive fun for car nerd/greasemonkey weirdos.
Road Associates 