A few days 'till the race, $3,000 in pledges to make good on. No crew, no car, no race?!
It was looking that way. Then, my wife says, "Why don't you just take my car?"
You want me to drive your car, 2000 miles over night, autocross it, drag race it and drive it back 2000 miles in time for you do drive it to work on Monday?
Yes. (she says)
You are ok with that? (I say)
Yes I am. (she says)
I HAVE THE COOLEST WIFE ON PLANET EARTH!
I love you Hunny. (I say and hang up the phone before she realizes what she has just agreed to.) 
In the pits, had to empty the car in prep for competition...
...everything had to come out, even the cheesburger wrappers and the baby seat. Why the baby seat? It's a Britax, Autobahn rated even!
Actual question:"Dude, is that an SHO?"
Uh, no Bevis. It's a Ferrari.
Like the "magnetic" flame job? A gag Christmas gift...
...from father-in-law comes in handy. Don't they just scream, "This beige bruiser means BUSINESS!"?
I hope the stickers come off...
My wife has to drive it to work on Monday!
The judges watch as history is made...-
Those Goodyear Regatta's got GRIP!
Accelerate on the straight!
Braking at the gate, the run is over, only 4 more to go!
55th, is NOT last place! 62nd is...
There she is, forever immortalized between the pages of Grass Roots Motorsports Magazine~!
Stats:
Autocross: 36.325 sec.
1/4 Mi.:
17.532 sec.
Concours:
13.6875pts*
*it would have helped to have cleaned the car up from the road trip down, vacuumed the grass clippings fro the trunk, and maybe scrape the tree sap from the hood. But hey, we had to give our competition a fighting chance...
