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30-Jul-2020 01:31

I'm starting to understand that it's not the hardware that makes racing addictive, it's the people that you do it with. Last night, we went out to discuss departure times with JD 'Good Afternoon, Donation' Turner and Jon 'Stew Bum' Ackerson.

Now that it is over, I've been googling all the people that we raced - I don't really care about their cars, I want to find out more about them: from super Honda tuner Matt Koestner to the scratch-talking John Becker. The following work of non-fiction covers our departure on Sept. JD owns a towing company and will be supplying the trailer and the tow vehicle (2004 Hummer H2) for our trip. Good, I have another 2 hours to get ready to leave.

Karl called JD during the reservation fiasco to try and clear things up.

That did not happen; however, JD did tell us that Bob Della Rocco was at the ferry.

It turns out that the reservations were booked under the wrong name.

Karl was trying to straighten out that mess, I booked my passage on the ferry; one way ticket plus dormitory sleeper: .

Karl stakes out a place next to the outlet and plugs his dead cell phone in.

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Unfortunately, it takes us through some of the twistiest, up-and-down-hill roads ever.

We would have done this a couple days ago, but Brembo packed the wrong side rotor in the box so we had to re-order a replacement from Turner Motorsports. He says that he has some "things to do" and that he is running a little behind schedule.

We take a quick lunch of leftover roast beef at the Apfel house and depart at 1300.

Karl and I both note his presence and hope that he'll be gone by the time we are done with our bolt pickup and shopping spree at the Citgo. Since the BMW is insured, registered and inspected, we are able to drop it off the trailer. Luckily, the DOT trooper isn't in Robocop-mode - he lets us go with a warning and some sage advice: "If it doesn't look right, it's probably not." As soon as we cross the New York border into Connecticut, we hook the BMW back up to the trailer.

As soon as we complete our left turn onto the onramp, our boy hits the lights. It's a pretty smooth trip up until we get to the outer loop of 495 near Boston - there is a 35 mile traffic jam.

Unfortunately, it takes us through some of the twistiest, up-and-down-hill roads ever.

We would have done this a couple days ago, but Brembo packed the wrong side rotor in the box so we had to re-order a replacement from Turner Motorsports. He says that he has some "things to do" and that he is running a little behind schedule.

We take a quick lunch of leftover roast beef at the Apfel house and depart at 1300.

Karl and I both note his presence and hope that he'll be gone by the time we are done with our bolt pickup and shopping spree at the Citgo. Since the BMW is insured, registered and inspected, we are able to drop it off the trailer. Luckily, the DOT trooper isn't in Robocop-mode - he lets us go with a warning and some sage advice: "If it doesn't look right, it's probably not." As soon as we cross the New York border into Connecticut, we hook the BMW back up to the trailer.

As soon as we complete our left turn onto the onramp, our boy hits the lights. It's a pretty smooth trip up until we get to the outer loop of 495 near Boston - there is a 35 mile traffic jam.

We thought it was another one of Jon's lies, but what do you know, here comes Bob walking across the staging area!