An aborted attempt to race in Burbank, we went north and ran Ye Ole Spanish Mission, a short but true favorite course. The Burbank pd were on our case real quick. Burbank is what the rest of the country would have been like had we lost the Second World War. We could set there are argue about the legality (totally legal) of soapbox racing with near a dozen of Burbank’s finest or we could bomb a hill, we chose the latter. The winner made it past the finish line up-side down. He’s healing up nicely and his car is toast. A good run, a quick and resolute regrouping made the day great and not a wash. While we were running hill #2, a fire truck came on the scene and said there was a call for a car crash. I looked at my soapbox car and then looked at them and said that we were all ok here. I invited him to watch after he said to carry on and he reluctantly declined. We have to move quickly in the federation as we’re known perhaps a little too well in some circles but we still pull it off.

Some driver race clips:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBT0pHZEl4w

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBVt9lIPrmM