Rise and shine, there's a race to catch.We all get up to a nice Saturday morning in Danville, where we're staying at Uncle Ray's and Auntie Lynda's house. Spend the morning eating breakfast and preparing to leave. Dad and Mom run off to Kragen's to pick up a fuel line so we can siphon our fuel tank empty for the start of the race.
We ended up leaving the house late, and arrived at the Shipyard Labs late because our nearly-empty fuel tank was letting air into the engine, causing us to drive carefully.
We managed to back the Merc into position before the public mobbed the car.
We spent the next half-hour answering questions and taking pictures.
Moi.
Hey Mister DJ!
Me and Jack, head of the Prisoners of Petroleum.
Competition!Finally, the organizers grabbed all the racers from the hands of the media and had a meeting, where the waivers were signed and the info packets handed out.
Jake, Jess, and Rachel explaining the meaning of life for the next three days.
After the meeting, everyone went off to prepare or fuel their vehicles with the allotted gallon.
A gallon of fishy fish oil.When everyone was ready, the National Anthem was sung by Paul J. Travitzky, a member of the green team.
Finally the racers made their final preparations, and by the call of the emcee, "start your whatever-the-hell-they-are"!
Shannon and the crew.
The Kristie's Flyer powering up.
MAX, looking hot.
At this point the Home-School Hero made his appearance.
And finally, one-by-one, the racers jetted out of the gate.
Photo Courtesy of Jim Wilson/New York Times
And off we go!
Photo by Samuel Coniglio
Photo by Samuel Coniglio
Photo by Samuel Coniglio
Photo by Samuel Coniglio
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