It’s done. Next year it’s Route 66: sounds interesting. We’ve had all the good that is the Great Race: friends new & old, great cars, tough challenges met. Congratulations Jasons! Congratulations to ALL who drove, rode, supported at home, or cheered from the grassy side of the white-lined shoulders of the long, long road.
If you’ll excuse me today, I’ll be brief, but a big thanks to the MANY good people who were kind enough to read my notes here and to seek me out with kind words of compliment in return (kinda makes it worthwhile staying up late to write this). I hope a few of you who aren’t already in the Great Race family might be encouraged to join us!
On the final day, we got our 4th ace, but more importantly, the Boys FINALLY got their FIRST ACE! Ethan said he’ll leave it on the big Hudson forever. Good Job, Boys, Good Job.
After another hot, humid Southern day, we were pretty tired and well stuck to the red leather seats that our skin has come to resemble. I had a song stuck in my head – though not quite the original lyrics. Do you recall ‘Radar Love’ from 1973? Here’s how it ran in my head yesterday:
Been Drivin’ All Week, my Hands Wet on the Wheel/There’s a Voice in my Head that Drives my Heel.
It’s Great Race Callin’, the End is Near/We’re almost there, But There’s Still Next Year.
– well, you get the idea. I won’t torture it further. Here’s an image from the route that shows about how we felt by the time we rolled into the Villages under the hot, hot sun (SLOOWLY, so as not to run over any of the enthusiastic spectators, as we had only the wimpy parking brake still useful):
Still, the Villages and the 40,000 golf carts here put on a grand show and we had a super time to close out our Race Day – Thanks, Villages!
Other than no brakes to speak of, we had a smooth day. It must be that we do better when I drive less energetically as we managed a 20 second score. There’s a lesson in there somewhere.
Big banquet. Bye, bye buddies. Bed.
We won only one, unofficial award (you can read about the others in the previous Great Race official posting). In recognition of our little troubles this year, the Caldwells transferred to us the Pink Monkey, given for problems that just won’t go away. Fitting. Thus ends another chapter in the continuing story of the Great Race. Thanks for reading. Thanks for your support! jc