For my driver and Codriver
Kevin Michaels (driver)
and Herman Livingston (codriver)
My main goal is to be the fastest 2WD car here. Whether Iâll finish is another storyâŚ
Now thatâs a stat I should compile back at home tonight. How many cars are 4x4, FWD and RWD.
Iâll be highly surprised if thereâs more than one FWD. Itâd take extreme craziness to do that, and Iâd have to actually congratulate them on being as crazy as me.
I⌠I donât know if thatâs a good thing, actually.
Hmmm⌠The Epoch M30 is very slightly above average in all stats, so thatâs good. Although not enough above each to relive any worries.
I have a microute with the most Baja shite I could slap on it.
Fite me.
I have a muscle car with an engine that probably weighs more than your micro-ute. That matchup is not in your favor⌠Provided I can stop spinning the tires long enough to put our bumper as the only thing you can see in your rear view mirror.
We might have little power, but we do have good reliability and low weight
Meanwhile I have a tiny sports car with no power, too much weight, not a lot of reliability, and no off-road because itâs basically track car on stilts. How bad can this go?
This is going to be a realistic Wacky Races episode, isnât it?
Meanwhile Iâm pretty confident that I have the most pathetic pace-per-displacement ratioâŚ
It canât be that bad, right?
Specific output in the low 20s - you better believe it can be that bad
(Overheard in the coffee tent near the Ferreira Family Crash Teamâs camp site)
Buster âHey dad, I was talking to the other teams, sounds like we have better than average reliability, drivability and fuel economy. You know what that means?â
Bruce âWeâre slowâŚâ
I canât wait for the competition to start.
looks at his fuel-thirsty beast⌠you better scoot your butt fast, you magnificent piece of rust-belt crapâŚ
Iâm quietly confident my car is probably one of the better handling ones here. Iâm also probably the slowest sports car here in a straight line, but who needs speed when youâre broken down on the side of the road right?
IIRC, Saab was competing in Baja 1000 one year with the 96 V4âŚso at least FWD have been tried IRLâŚ
Team Savage
Day 0
âFuckinâ hell, Luke! Get your fuckinâ foot off the fuckinâ accelerator!â Mark Jasper said, hanging onto the stripped-down dashboard frame as Luke Sinistra raced the Sinistra Savage Concept through the streets and to the campsite where the race would start. Every stop sign and intersection turned into a roaring smoke-show as their brutal 464 cubic inch, tri-valve V8 spun up the front tires.
âRelax, I used to do this shit for a living.â Luke said, narrowly missing an utter shitbox as he swerved across the road and onto the gravel trail. Mark, despite having some rally experience, looked as white as a ghost, while Luke Sinistra had a determined look on his face. The wind roaring in through the open top whipped Lukeâs long gray hair into a frenzy, giving the middle-aged man a wild, almost primal look.
Gravel sprayed from under the tires, showering the trees, other unfortunate drivers, and even getting some into the interior. âI swear, if I have to get a bucket and start bailing gravel out of this boat, LukeâŚâ Mark said, just as Luke threw their front-wheel-drive lifted muscle car around another corner, and the campsite opened up in front of them as they shot out from under the trees.
âI told you Iâve done this before.â Luke said, parking the car in an open spot.
âWhy the hell did I agree to be your co-driver⌠Youâre fuckinâ crazy, you know that?â Mark said, starting to look better now that the engine wasnât running, and he wasnât being thrown around inside the converted convertible.
âBecause you wanted to run a rally, and I heard about this one. Câmon, letâs go meet the other teams.â Luke said.
âFix your hair first. Between it, and that scowl you always have, you look like a wolf.â Mark said. Luke laughed, then straightened up his hair into something that was still somewhat shaggy, but nowhere near as wild looking.
They left the Sinistra Savage sitting there with the top down, the Crimson Sky red paint gleaming in the sunlight, with the âconceptâ plates being the only giveaway that the car wasnât a production vehicle, but instead a highly-modified concept car.
âSo, if they ask about our car, what do we say?â Mark asked.
âWeâve got nothing to hide. Tell 'em weâve got a 464 cubic inch V8 with overhead cams, three valves per cylinder. Itâs in the 1965 Savage Concept body, but weâve given it a lift kit and stripped the interior, and managed to fit some cheap, but decent military tires under it. If anyone really wants to ask more about it, then tell them itâs front-wheel-drive. If theyâre asking, obviously they donât know weâve been doing that since 1950.â Luke said.
âSo, spare no details?â Mark asked.
âExactly. Iâm confident in our car. After all, if we break down, weâre just the fools who brought a front-wheel-drive muscle car to a rally race. Nothing unexpected. If we pull a minor miracle and win this, then weâre the heroes in the crazy front-wheel-drive muscle-rally-car who beat rear-drive and four-by-fours at their own game.â Luke said.
As someone with a 96 V4, I can say that whoever decided that was a good idea was either
A) A genius
B) Insane
Or
C) Both.
Iâm leaning towards C.