We may be creating a terrible tradition here. At New Jersey Motorsports Park this May, the Brooklyn Bomb Squad again dragged our old Audi out of its winter slumber and ruthlessly whipped it like a Devo song until, lo and behold, the ceremonial oil mixed with the sacred coolant, a puff of steam emerged, and we all said… »
Greetings, at least one foreign land that’s gone “I wish we had something like that here” every time we’ve posted about crapcan racing. The 24 Hours of LeMons folks have opened up the 24 Hours of LeMons Australia. If all else fails, at least it’s guaranteed to be better than this year’s Australian Grand Prix!
An hour into the second day of the 24 Hours of Lemons New Jersey race we were in fourteenth place overall, out of 120 or so cars, which seemed pretty damn amazing. I was getting ready for my stint when a radio message from my driving teammate came in “lost some power, about 20%-30%, feels like something is dragging”
Sure, there are class winners and an overall winner of the race itself, which are all fine and well. There’s also awards you don’t want like “Most Heroic Fix.” But of course, the awards you really want at a LeMons race are for the extraordinary and bizarre, and we got one of those: Organizer’s Choice.
You know you’re having an interesting weekend when you see a 924 turning laps and almost wish you’d brought your finicky front-engined Porsche. Then we’d have four cars to break! Here’s the quick rundown of how my LeMons experience has been a tad more authentic than usual.
I was going to save these (and only these) for the bizarrely absent Judge Phil, who asked me to take photos of the 24 Hours of LeMons race this weekend. Unfortunately, I have the “For Phil” folder open now to give you all nightmares. PSA: LeMons teams bend over a lot, and others just like showing off their butts. »
In a shocking display of teamwork or something, I’ve teamed up with The Truth About Cars’ W. Christian “Mental” Ward and the 3 Pedal Mafia crew to dominate the 24 Hours of LeMons’ Real Hoopties of New Jersey this weekend. (And by “dominate,” I mean it’ll probably be a moving chicane when I’m driving.) »
As if we hadn’t learned our lesson last year. For the members of the Brooklyn Bomb Squad, 2014 was, shall we say, character building. We blew the head gasket, we suffered timing issues, and generally spent most of our time towing the ’89 Audi 100 with the best paint job in history all over the East Coast and almost no… »
Once upon a time, I had a miserable beater. Unfortunately, it belonged to my parents and got traded in when they finally realized they had spent several running 944s’ worth in repair bills. Had it been signed over to me, there was no doubt in my mind where it needed to go to die: the 24 Hours of LeMons.
So, you bought a race car. Congratulations! Let me guess: you only have a few bars of eye-searingly bright LEDs on the front instead of your OEM headlamps, and now you can't drive it on public roads anymore without getting stabbed in traffic? Gotcha. We at Black Flag are here to help. »
The best weather we had all weekend for the 24 Hours of LeMons' North Dallas Hooptie race at Eagles Canyon Raceway was a few inches of powdery snow during the practice day. Needless to say, the race didn't happen, but a few of us went out for practice laps, anyway. »
Between amateur endurance racing and the Sports Car Club Of America's "Street" autocross classes, there's quite a few series now mandating around 200-treadwear rubber. So, of course, different tire manufacturers are "readjusting" ratings of existing tires to cash in on the action. »
What do you do when you have a family emergency the week before a 24 Hours of LeMons race, and your folks tell you to do the race anyway? You race the car, that's what. »
The gaudy, overwrought Wagon Queen Family Truckster is probably one of the best visual gags in National Lampoon's Vacation and says more about the excesses of the American auto industry than many books on the subject. But I don't think that's why LeMons legend Speedycop built one. He built it because he could. »