Oooh, now comes the actual fun. The LeMons are lined up and the race is just about to start. The temperature has dropped to a nice 39 degrees Fahrenheit, which for the topless, windshieldless and aminoized cars, should be one frosty hellride. We talked to a few of the racers about this, and none of them cared. These are men, people. Even the women are men. The track is still wet from last night's dousing. We wish you were here almost as much as you do. Got to scoot, later!