Man and machine, it’s a beautiful thing. When you first laid eyes on your hot rod, you had a vision. Others didn’t see it, but you did. You drug it home, slaved over it, breathing life back into a once void carcass. You know every inch, every nut, bolt, every flaw.
You laid awake many countless nights thinking about what it would be like to drive your hot rod out on the open road. Then the day finally arrives….oh, they are never finished, but it is roadworthy.
You turn the key and your creation comes to life, like something out of an old 40’s horror movie. You run through the gears, feeling your back being pressed into the seat…then you pull into the parking lot, scanning the lot for that perfect parking spot, you set up your bag chairs, ez up awning and cooler and then you …..SIT….all day………in the sun, defending your car from wild, heathen children, sporting soccer cleats that want to stand on your running boards.
Seriously? When did you lose your vision? When did you turn into a sissy boy? Hot rods are created to be driven and driven hard. Not just on sunny days….every day.
Solution: the Hot Rod Hundred. It’s a 100 mile reliability run with the emphasis being placed where it should be, on driving.
