Armed with an Armada and an arm full of hopes and dreams, we set off on our journey to the 2011 TireRack SCCA Solo National Championship and Pro Finale with high hopes of hopping to the top of the Street Modified class. The last time we visited Lincoln, our Pro Finale finish wasn't so fantastic, and our final day on Friday of the National Championship was filled with F-bombs of F-modified failure on top of a freaking monsoon. Dave's single cone on his last run prevented the G-Fab team from fulfilling its goal of finally sitting at the top of the class as champions, but that was all last year, and last year was behind us. This year, we came packing. In fact, we were packing so much, we had to acquire a new enclosed trailer (thanks Ray!).
The trip out was pretty horrible. To really fill you in on how horrible it was, I'd have to strap you to a chair for 30 straight hours and shake you every time you were about to fall asleep. I'll spare you the details, but we made it to Lincoln alive.
(more to come. this is about as far as I get on break.)
