There Will Be Bacon, A History

So much for striking while the iron is hot! It turns out that when you get back from an amazing adventure, your employers want you to do things like "work" instead of writing recaps and telling stories. SIGH.

We're still don't have all of our pictures uploaded because someone [read: KYLE] hasn't done it yet. However, what pictures we do have have been ordered and captioned for narrative purposes on a single album available here [link]. (To skip past the preparation part of the trip, start here [link]).

Our friends, The Motown Diesel Divas, have a Flickr album available for your viewing pleasure available here [link].

And of course, there's the slideshow from the official site available here [link]. I think people gave this slideshow a lot of crap, but it turns out that it is not an official event project but rather the entire photo collections of a couple of teams. This is why you see a lot of the same cars and people. In actuality, I feel that There Will Be Bacon is very well represented, and there are even pictures of the car smoking on startup and our invisible car on Day 4. So forgive the seemingly biased attention to certain teams and enjoy some exciting pictures.

We had a myriad of adventures which we could not administer proper justice to with the limited blogging capabilities of Blogger+iPhone, so we opted to not mention at all. I guess we thought this would maintain dramatic tension, but in actuality I think it just made it seem like not that much was going on. ANYWAY, we are going to be recapping these tales of wit and merriment as we can, retroactively adding them into the correct time-line, and linking to them on this post. As an example of how this works and an indication of our good faith in this project:

Seattle to New York Delivery Mission Recap available here [link].

In theory, this will become a comprehensive chronicle of our journey.

As a final word on the rally itself, it was a very well-organized and enjoyable experience and I would highly recommend it to almost everyone I know. The grand prize winners, team Born from Jets, were great people and really deserved it (they even left comments on this blog!) The winner of the Best Beater prize also really deserved it, an old Triumph that lost a quart of differential fluid every 200 miles and had a metal desk top as floorboards.

Best. Vacation. Ever.

ps. [shameless plug]: Rich runs a sustainable home products company called Eco Home Gear which you should check out and support.

Goodbye, BABE Rally

Well, we are in the airport, waiting for an airplane to rip us from our awesome adventure and drop us back into the real world. We had a great trip, made some amazing friends, and made it to New Orleans. We have a ton of great stories which we will be filling into the blog over the next few days, and we uploaded some more pictures to the web albums. Here is an album of the beginnings of our adventure [link], here is an album of rally day #3 [link], and here is an album of rally days 4 and 5 [link]. There will be many more pictures later (I left the camera USB cord in my checked luggage, so we can't get some new pictures off of Kyle's camera, and Jason and Vik have some to add).

It is sad that our car didn't make it the whole way, but it was pretty cool that we crossed the finish line as a team anyway. I can't really imagine the journey through Tennessee being any other way than hitching with the Motown Diesel Divas and Brat Patrol.

Thanks to everyone who has been following our progress and dropping us lines of encouragement. It made it a lot of fun for us knowing that we had people interested in what we were doing and concerned for our well-being. We wish that we could have posted more regularly and timely, but we just didn't get the chances to upload and write that we thought we would.

We'll be home soon!

PROGRESS UPDATE

We made it! Last night was a bit of a blur with getting into town and
the ensuing celebrations. We are off to the airport soon, but recaps
an photos will come in the near future.

The Motown Diesel Divas

Rich and Katie posing with gas pump as part of our daily challenge.
Because of these guys and Hank, team There Will Be Bacon will be
completing all of our challenges (sans car). Best. Rally friends.
EVER. We'll have a better post on these awesome people later, when we
finally manage to get caught up on this whole blogging thing. Needless
to say, these guys saved our bacon on this trip.

Hank with the Brat

Hank is awesome.

The Diesel Divas sweet mercedes

This is a sweet ride. It even has fake wood paneling.

The brat

We got some pictures to upload last night, but we are still behind on
the updates. Here is a picture of one of our adoptive chariots, the
sweet sweet Brat. Its hard to tell in this picture, but in addition to
our luggage in the back, we were also sharing the brat with a large
portion of the deisel divas' exhaust system that the bumpy roads tried
to claim as a toll.

PROGRESS UPDATE

We are on the road again for the last leg, which weighs in at 470
miles today. Vik and I are currently rolling BRAT style with Hank for
the first stretch, Grant and Jason get a shift exhaust fuming it up
Rich and Katie. Stay awake guys!

We are able to do the challenge today with a little ingenuity and some
help from our awesome new friends, which had helped lift our spirits a
bit.

Anyway, it's goodbye Fort Paine and look out New Orleans!

Oh, snd we have some new pictures in the gallery, with more to come.

And the rally rolls on

Don't get me wrong, I am still a little choked up about the rally car,
but man this is fun. Hank welded some seats in the back of the Brat,
and I think this might be the best way ever to enjoy the beautiful
Tennessee countryside.

I think baconmobile would have enjoyed it here, but I'm sure it's
smiling down on us now.

There Wont Be Bacon

There Was Bacon.

I would be lying if I said I hadn't grown extremely attached to the baconmobile over the last eight days and 3700 or so miles. While I knew this painful parting would come eventually, I thought I'd have more time to prepare myself.

The baconmobile died today at 11:00am EST. It is survived by Grant, Kyle,Jason, Vikram, and thousands of epic memories. It rides now on the highway in the sky; a land where valves always seat properly and the crankcase is always full.

Team There Will Be Bacon are now hitching rides into Fort Payne with the nicest people on earth, Rich, Katie, and Hank. Kyle and Jason are rolling with the Motown Diesel Divas in their sweet rusty Mercedes, and Vikram and I are rolling with hank of Brat Patrol. I am writing this post from the back of a Subaru Brat.

Life goes on.

RIP baconmobile. I think it would be appropriate if people wanted to pay their respects in the comments.

Well, time to go. The ragtag caravan of the diesel divas, the brat patrol, and the long lost longshots are lost in Tennessee and I must focus on having the distinct pleasure of cruising in the back of the Brat over windy dirt roads.

Best wishes to everyone at home.

Movin

Aint nothin gonna break-a my stride. Nobody gonna slow me down. Oh no. I got to keep on moving.

We are rolling on 3.5 cylinders and making a mad dash to finish the challenge.

Caution to the wind!!!

Uh-oh

We've lost a cylinder. Plug/ distributor check in progress somewhere
near Bristol. More news when we have some.

Group shot

We are the best supermen ever. Vik called getting to write about our
myriad of hilarious adventures in Cave Springs, so this is just a
little taste to whet your appetites with. More later, but we felt it
was important to share our impressive physiques with the world.

In case you are wondering, kyle is wearing child superman pajamas, vik
and I are wearing womens underwear, and that is a child size 4 shirt
I'm wearing (I think I'm losing circulation in my arms). Vik and I
made our capes out of a curtain. Jason is our straight-man, the Abbott
to our three Costellos.

IMPORTANT UPDATE

At hardees, eating bacon cheese fries. Lady asks, "so is it true what
they say you can do?"

Yes.

End update.

Day 2

After a last-minute rush for vikram and I to assemble superman
costumes from material gathered at walmart (btw, did you know there's
a line of clothing at walmart for elderly people called "faded glory"?
You can't make that up), we are off to Newport all dressed as
superman. Our daily challenge today is to have a group photo taken in
front of various public buildings along the way. How is this a
challenge, you might ask? You see, we were given a list of 12 small
towns to take our team photos in, and must only choose 3. Points are
awarded based on how few other teams choose those same towns, so this
has become a 58-team chess match of second-guessing and intense
strategical plotting.

Okay, we're almost to buena vista for our first town (shhh.. Don't
tell anyone). I know we've been promising better updates and more
pictures for a while now, but we haven't had the opportunity yet to
upload off of my laptop. We are hoping our hotel tonight has Internet
access. Anyway, as tricia discovered in the comments a few posts back,
there is a slideshow on the official BABE website that you can peruse
as a taste of the glory that is to come.

So much awesome stuff. Stay tuned!

PROGRESS UPDATE

Accomplished yesterday:

• Coffee
• Start rally
• Break brake light
• Get lost
• Get un-lost (thanks Rich!)
• Challenge pictures - we got 10/15
• Lunch - mmm toasty
• Arrive in Harrisonburg, VA
• Remove faulty brake light switch
• Victory beers
• Final superman costume assembly

On the docket for today:

• Coffee
• Rig brake lights to toggle switch
• Yell "brake" when braking
• Make Jason flip toggle switch when someone yells "brake"
• Photograph selves in costumes
• Lunch
• Drive to Newport, TN
• Victory beers
• Further updates for adoring public

Um

Egg on our face; we somehow managed to already get lost in Virginia, and are now on our way back to DC to try to figure out where we went wrong. Best part is that we managed to drag our new friends Rich and Katie of MoTown Diesel Divas in our wake of retardedness.

Question: how on earth can a car with four dudes (and 2 iPhones) who are focused intently on looking at every single road sign as part of their daily challenge miss a major interchange?

Answer: ...[awkward pause]... [looking at shoes]... ... [shuffling nervously]... answer withheld.

ANYWAY: did you hear we are now famous? Check out the comments on the Rally Time post below! Through the amazing power of mobile technology, team There Will Be Bacon was spotted and identified on the NJ turnpike! We discussed this at length (not really) and decided that stephanie and kathleen are honorary team There Will Be Bacon "Bacon Bits". Wear that badge with honor, ladies.

More updates, amazing pictures, and harrowing tales of breathtaking adventure later.

Rally Time

BABE 2008 is officially under way. The parade of crappy cars cruising down the Jersey turnpike is pretty hilarious.

We are hard at work on our challenge for the day,which is pretty awesome. Basically, we were given 15 pictures of street signs with the words missing and we have to find them along the way and snap pictures of as many as we can. HARD.

Stay tuned for further communications.

There Will Be Bacon UNITED AT LAST

Vikram and Jason made it safely into New York this morning, and team There Will Be Bacon has been taking the city by storm. We'll have more awesome tales of adventure to cradle your brainfruits with later, but right now we are off to Staten Island to get all of our rally check-in responsibilities taken care of, and to network with the other rally-ers.

Quick NYC update

Yo- kyle and I just ducked out of the rain to grab some day 2 victory
beer. So far today: woke up. Got some victory bagels and victory
coffee. Did some victory wandering around in soho and union square.
Drinking some victory beer. Soon to be meeting up with ian and maybe
sara for some victory happy hour and victory going out. Oh, also we
had victory donuts. I could go for a victory hot dog right about now,
so I hope the rain subsides a little bit.

New York rules so much.

Seattle to New York recap

For those operating off of the BABE Rally calender, you might think of this period as days -5 to -1. Kyle and I left my workplace in SODO immediately after work on Friday and beelined it to I-90 to avoid as much sunny Friday afternoon commute and baseball traffic as possible. I think the anticipation of our 3000-mile delivery mission made Friday a lost day for both of us, productivity-wise.

I call it a delivery mission for two reasons:

1.) This trip was obviously centered around the rally, and our distance handicap had no bearing on anything to do with the rally. This mission would have been the same if we lived in New Jersey. It was about getting the car to the starting line.

2.) We made an actual delivery of 5 boxes of books from my friend Dante to her friend Anna-Marie in Flatbush, Brooklyn.

There's not much to tell about our days spent driving endlessly through the vast nothingness of much of our UNBELIEVABLY GIANT country. We drove 18 or 20 hours a day in 6-hour shifts, stopping only when we needed gas. We made a point to eat one meal per day out of the car, and this ended up being an alternating pattern of Dairy Queens and Subways. For the rest of the time we subsisted on gas station snack foods and canned coffee beverages. A lot of canned coffee beverages. Through Montana and South Dakota, we got really excited when we would pass through a town that had more than two buildings. Also, we saw a lot of deer.

We were the slowest car on the road and would get regularly passed by semis and motorhomes, even uphill. As a, um, time-efficient driver, this kind of thing would ordinarily drive me crazy, but once I got used to it it was actually quite relaxing never having to brake or change lanes.

Sleeping in the car at rest stops and parking lots is certainly economical, but holy crap does the sun rise early.

The most exciting moment of our marathon happened when we got pulled over in Pennsylvania for having our car be a different color than registered. For the full story, read this awesome recount that Kyle wrote. Personally, I was less worried about this traffic stop than any other time I've ever been pulled over, given that we had fresh paperwork and our maximum possible speed was 10 less than the limit. Although there was definitely a moment when they made Kyle get out of the car that made me wonder, "Kyle?! What did you do?!"

Kyle's account of this is awesome, but I'd just like to draw attention to this actual conversation:

Cop 1: Are you the owner of this vehicle?
Grant: Yes.
Cop 1: License, Insurance, and Registra...
Cop 2: HEY! Is that the dude from Star Wars?
Grant: Yeah. From Episode 1, I think.
Cop 2: Oh man, I love those movies.
Cop 1: Oh yeah? I've only ever seen the first three, and by first three I mean episodes 4, 5, and 6.
Cop 2: No way, you've got to see them all.
Grant and Kyle: Eh, not really, the originals were a lot better.
Cop 2: NO WAY MAN! In episode 3, Darth Vader TOTALLY KILLS THIS DUDE
Cop 1: Hmm. Hey- is that a chandelier?

The only other excitement on our delivery mission came from the crazy drive into Brooklyn through Jersey City and Manhattan. We like to call the car "the rally car", but in this case it really became what most people would think of when you say "rally car". I was driving and Kyle was navigating, which mostly consisted of, "turn here, merge left, turn there, watch out for that truck, u-turn" as we flew at breakneck speeds through the spaghetti of tiny, poorly-marked and maintained roads and bridges of the city. SO FUN. Apparently, I drive like New York drivers because I was really enjoying myself.

As we tore through the city, the chandelier drunkenly swinging back and forth and tinkling with approval, Kyle noticed a tarp blow onto the road a short distance ahead of us and instructed me to hit it. Fully attuned to the constant stream of instructions from my navigator, I immediately followed his direction without thinking about it and swerved half-way into the adjacent lane and totally nailed the tarp dead-center. Cheers all around!

Well, the tarp got stuck under the car, and even swerving into potholes and changing speeds would not disengage its desperate cling. The normal operating temperature of the catalytic converter in a clean-burning, finely-tuned automobile is 500°F. The rally car was neither clean-burning nor finely-tuned, and the catalytic converter was mounted in front of and below the engine, or basically exactly where, well, tarp-like debris would most likely come to rest. Not wanting to have the car dramatically burst into flames in the Holland Tunnel (well, at least not until after the rally), we stopped, flipped on the hazards, and had Kyle extract a burned and melted tarp from beneath the vehicle. It makes me wonder how soon it would have actually burst into flames.

After completing our trans-continental book delivery, we found a parking garage near where our good friend and host-extraordinaire, Ian, lives. We pulled the tired, steaming beast into the garage among Lexus', Mercedes', and BMWs, and watched as it was whisked away by the luckiest valet of all time.

Then we showered and drank.

Holy Balls!!!

The first leg of our epic journey has been completed, and to be honest I'm completely blown away. TFD, Falcon, and the bacon-mobile (side note: The bacon-mobile still needs a name. Anybody have suggestions? I was thinking Bertha....) did way better than I imagined. It's not that I didn't think that they would make it, it's just that I didn't expect things to go so smoothly. Also, major bonus points for sleeping in the car, guys. I can't wait for it to already smell like dude when AB and I get there. People have been asking me if I'm excited or not, but it really hasn't hit me until this morning. I had so much other stuff going on that I didn't really think about it. But now that I'm leaving tonight, I seriously can't contain myself. I'll be having some good luck Midori for lunch, and then it's off to NYC!

PS. Thanks for all of the great suggestions on what to do in NYC. I think I'm going to spend most of the day exploring Brooklyn and Chelsea.....

Victory.

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New. York. City.

Driving through Newark, Manhattan, and Brooklyn; FUNNEST THING EVER. Love it. (I think rally car loves it too - such a tiger when she needs to be.)

Will have more later. Right now we are basking in the warm embrace of the esteemed Ian F. King, soon to be basking in the ice-cold embrace of some beer.

Also, just had a shower. BEST SHOWER EVER.

VICTORY.

Busted

All was going well this morning as we made our way out of Ohio and into Pennsylvania. Jacked up on coffee and free of toll roads, I settled in to enjoy my last driving shift before NY.

Barely did I even notice the cop creep past us not long after the border. Driving the rally car, one gets used to this since in most places rally car is not capable of reaching the speed limit. Sure enough, Mr. Officer zoomed ahead seconds later just like everyone has this weekend. I thought nothing of it.

Then it happened.

A few miles up the road, we came upon Mr. Officer again, parked alone on the side of the road. Waiting. My heart rate jumped. Sure enough, he pulled out a few cars back of us and I just KNEW we were his target.

Eventually he made his way up behind if us, and on came the lights. When we pulled over I noticed a second cop car pull up. Great.

So officer 1 comes up to grab our info and tells us that the reason he pulled us over was that the car is registered as being white... And obviously that's not he case anymore.

As grant is showing officer 1 the white paint inside the door, officer 2 walks up ad introduces himself by proclaiming "hey, that guy is from star wars!!!". He had noticed our dude bolted to the trunk.

We loosen up at thus point, as it seems pretty obvious that both officer 1 and officer 2 have no interest in busting us. Star wars banter goes around for a sec and they go back to run our info. Grant and I talk about what a close call that was and start to joke about officer 2 a bit...

Next thing I know, officer 1 is tapping on my window. "Mr. Heenk, please step out of the vehicle". Crap crap crap. I get out, and walk around to the back of the car. "Back over here" instructs officer 1 as he motions towards his cruiser. Judging by the expression on his face,I start to wonder what Crown Victoria hood tastes like. Craaaaaaap.

"Mr. Heenk, I know this isn't your car" he starts, "but I hope you can answer a question for us".

I think I said "of course officer".

"What exactly is that stripe on the car supposed to be? Officer 2 here thinks it's some sort of fishing lure".

HAHAHAHAHA... I almost crapped myself. When I tell them it's bacon, they bust out in big grins and proceeded to press me for details. They want to know about of the car, the rally, why we love bacon, how we are secure enough in our manhood to drive around with a chandelier in our car, etc. Best cops ever!

Grant remained clueless in the car thus whole time by the way. I had to try to explain as we got back on the road. If his reaction was anything like mine, officer 1 & 2 are still laughing at the expression I must have had on my face.

Anyway, the best part for me was when officer 1 was handing the paperwork back to Grant up in the car. Officer 2 leans in and tells me IN THE MOST SINCERE TONE "I've seen a lot of things out here in my 20 years. The batmobile, the oscar meyer weinermobile... This might just beat them all."

I thanked officer 2 and told him that's exactly what we were going for.

Happy Monday, ha ha ha

As yoda would say, "be bacon, there will."

We're cruising down the Ohio turnpike, heading east on the last leg of our epic quest to deliver the joy of the baconmobile to the baconmobile-starved east coast. Kyle is driving, which is the first break in our alternating pattern of 340 mile shifts (a tank of gas). This is because since he got to drive through Chicago, I feel I should get to drive into NYC.

So there is this episode of My Name Is Earl where they all somehow think the world has ended so they go camp out in a department store. The next day, the store opens as usual, and Earl and the gang wake up to find people bustling around, shopping. It turns out the world didn't end, and they are NOT the last people on earth. ANYWAY, that's how I felt this morning when kyle and I woke up curled up in the rally car in the middle of a bustling, busy parking lot.

Speaking of waking up in a parking lot, it just occurred to me how funny it is that kyle spent a bunch of time blocking out the passenger side windows so he wouldn't have the sun right in his eyes in the morning when we slept in south dakota. I came out of the rest stop and kyle had rolled up a bunch of his clothes in the windows. The windows faced west. Ha ha ha.

So far the chandelier is a big hit with the toll booth people. (UPDATE: also cops)

Oh, and sorry about the weird format issues we are having. We are blogging by email, and apparently the iPhone email client is addicted to adding break tags hither and thither at its will. The problem doesn't crop up if we use gmail on the web browser, but then we can't add pictures and stuff. SIGH! Why is life so hard? Geez! Anyway, we have been sporadically editting the breaks out of the posts in the HTML editor, but it's kind of annoying, so we might just wait until we can bust out the laptop in NYC (or get Jason or vik to do it HINT HINT)

Alright, I have to get back to enjoying the open road and SOMEONE (read: YOU) has to get back to work. Suckers. Mwa ha ha.

Stuff

Hey Everyone!

So first off, I want to thank everyone who helped out with the rally car. We definitely wouldn't have gotten it done without you. Secondly, the one question that I've gotten more than any other is "What's the deal with the bacon?" so I thought I'd clarify. No, the prize is not a lifetime's supply of bacon. Yes, we will consume as much bacon as possible on the trip (if we can't find bacon, we will put bacon salt on whatever we eat). Third, yes this is the coolest thing anyone has ever done in the history of the world (except for the yogurt that makes you poop. that stuff is AMAZING). Anyway, Falcon and The Flying Dutchman are about 8 hours away from NYC and Arrogant Bastard and I will be joining them early Wednesday morning. I have the day to putz around NYC, does anyone have any suggestions? I need to get a dirty water hot dog (with bacon) and do a walking tour of all the sites from Gossip Girl, but other than that I'm all free......

PS. Team member bios will be posted soon.....

Almost to Cleveland

We got to Chicago about 9-ish and decided to go a little further to shorten tomorrow's journey, and it is now 3am and we are approaching cleveland. Kyle stepped up big on this shift. We should have an easy day tomorrow.

Rally car is also stepping up big. We're burning a little oil but it's manageable. We're averaging a little shy of 40mpg for the trip. Of course, there are times when the max speed of 65 is annoying, but all in all she is getting us there.

Not to say I won't be glad to not be spending 23 out of every 24 hours in it. (Wait, was that a triple negative?)

Pit stop. Update over. Thanks to everyone for the calls, texts, and emails! You guys rock.

Suggestions

Hello people! Please help us fight off the boredom of driving with one crappy speaker and spotty phone coverage. What we need from you is simple - find us cool stuff to do between Minnesota and Chicago. Know of a great bar or a can't miss roadside attraction? Email us! We have gotten a couple great ideas already, but we thirst for more. MORE!!!

Nothingness

Hey, you know how in the movie The Neverending Story (don't lie; yes you do) how everything is going to be destroyed by nothingness or something? I think that's what's happening in the upper left of this picture.

Oh wait, no, I guess that's my finger. I can't even be trusted with my own phone. So don't worry- kyle won't be eaten by darkness...YET.

Speaking of nothingness, memo to south Dakota: you should fill yourself in a little bit. With something other than deer and very large cows. Kyle and I decided on giant flaming robots fighting each other near the freeway. If they're on fire, you can enjoy them in the evening too.

We had a little hangover from being drunk off of our to-date success so we slept in a bit this morning, but should end up a little past Chicago this evening.

PROGRESS UPDATE

All is well as we near the end of day 2. It looks like we will be bedding down for the night in the vicinity of Sioux falls.
No major events today (not a bad thing) except when we drove a couple blocks with my phone on the roof of the car. Whoops. Thankfully I realized it was up there seconds before we merged onto the highway.
Anyhoo, stay tuned for further tranissioms.

Dear Montana

Dear Montana,
You are really long. Also, we dont have much to talk about. And what's up with stealing names from other cities? Amsterdam? Belgrade? Manhattan? You are not fooling anyone. Goodbye. We met someone new. Their name is Wyoming. So far Wyoming is treating us pretty well, although I dont expect we'll hang around too long, being a rebound state and all.

We'll always have some memories, like getting 42 mpg last tank, and that one truck that had a dog in the back but didn't have a tailgate, and Grant flipping a u-turn on I-90 because he missed the exit. But then there were all the hills and boredom; I guess you have to take the good with the bad.

Goodbye, Montana.

-there will be bacon

Ps: please get some more cell towers.

PROGRESS UPDATE

All is well as we cruise across Montana. Tunes are now operational,
and the new sun kil moon record, April, seems to be the perfect
soundtrack for the scenery. It also sounds awesome playing through one
crappy speaker with the windows down.

Montana

The shop guys at my work started a pool for how far we'd make it. Only
one person guessed past Idaho. Guess what, guys- MONTANA!

Only the AM band on the $8 stereo is working, so we are switching
between Denver news radio and salsa music depending on what side of
the hills we are on.

Crap, I just realized I dont have service here, so this will be old
news by the time it posts...

Moses Lake

We just made a pit stop in Moses Lake. As we were pulling out of a
parking lot, a truckload of dudes yelled "BACON!" at us. It is a
beautiful evening. We are getting schooled by semis and motorhomes.

Celebration fail

The bacon-chocolate-bar-of-victory has tragically become the bacon-
chocolate-puddle-of-fail. This is tragic.

PROGRESS UPDATE

I have seen the top of the mountain and it is good. Take that cascades.

On the road

And so it begins. Grant and I have released ourselves onto the wild.
 To be honest, I haven't though much beyond these first few hours of
the trip. All my attention is focused on quite possibly the most
challenging part of the drive... The mountains. I'll feel a whole
lot better once we crest the pass and start our out of control coast
down the other side. I hear it's downhill the rest of the way...

IMPORTANT UPDATE

Kyle just informed me that he picked us up a bacon candy bar for the road. WILL THESE TWO REMAINING HOURS AT WORK NEVER END?!

Ask a Rally Driver

Beginning today, I am starting a new feature in this publication. This feature is called "Ask a Rally Driver". As the name implies, this will allow the adoring public to ask any question they want to be answered, by real, honest-to-goodness rally drivers. Our rally drivers, each certified at the Northwestern America Institute of Rally Drivering (NAIRD) will be happy to answer questions on any subject. Have you ever wanted to know what is most analogous to driving 85 mph on a winding dirt road, in a snow storm over the Ozarks? Then Ask a Rally Driver! Have you ever wanted to how many pairs of socks Grant "Dangerman" Laine is bringing with him on his travels to and from rallys? Will then Ask a Rally Driver! And we all know the public is anxious to know what The Vaults most memorable moment in rallying history is!

To kick off this segment lets start with the first set of questions.

Steven M. (Pocatello, ID): Who would win in a 3-way fight between a Rhino, Hippopotamus, and a 1983 Cadillac Eldorado?
Kyle: Hippo every time

Xavier (Taipei): My question is for Jason: What would you say is your greatest asset in a rally?
Jason: Well that a difficult question, Xavier! On the top of my head I would say it’s a tie between my ability to bewilder my opponents with my nonsensical statements, and my quite acute sense of feeling in my feet. When you can feel every little ridge in a pedal, there is nothing you can't solve. Also, I'm sure my rugged good looks help me in some way as well.

Do you have a question? Post your questions in the comments, and one of our rally drivers will answer in the next installment!

A History in Pictures

Success suc·cess [suhk-ses]
-noun
1. the favorable or prosperous termination of attempts or endeavors.
2. the attainment of wealth, position, honors, or the like.
3. a successful performance or achievement: The play was an instant success.
4. a person or thing that is successful: She was a great success on the talk show.
5. team There Will Be Bacon's 2008 BABE Rally car paint job.


Things were not looking so good for team There Will Be Bacon when our original target painting dates were rained-out (or hangovered-out). But with two evenings left before the car's departure on its fateful mission to the East, never to return, a dedicated team of extremely hard-working and attractive volunteers came together to attempt the impossible; the sweetest $25 paint job of all time in only 48 hours.

The result? History. But don't let the history books tell you what to think- see for yourself in our collected photographic history of the baconmobile.

Team There Will Be Bacon would like to thank the following Titans of Paintliness, who selflessly offered their immense talent and infinitely refined skill to the alter of the rally car, and are now rewarded with immortality:

Brian G (MVP of detailing)
Kyle S (MVP of the bacon stripe)
Courtney (MVP of lettering)
Tricia (MVP of being adorable [awwwwww])
Mike B (MVP of the beer-run)

Remember these names, for as Honorary There Will Be Bacon team members, their powerful influence will direct the course of history.

Stylistic advice

Hey, I changed the Link List icons from boring diamond things to bad-ass skulls. Yes or no?

Fan switch!

The thermosensor is broken on the rally car, so I rigged up a toggle switch to manually activate the cooling fan. Check out this sweet-ass illuminated switch I popped into the dashboard:



At first, I tried to put a switch here (and here and here):



But the switch body didn't fit in the molded plastic (oops), so now we have some speed holes. Or maybe pencil holes (FINALLY, my dashboard pencil hole dreams have come true!)

Speaking of which, there's going to be a giant speed hole in the dashboard unless I can find a car stereo at a junkyard tomorrow. There were a bunch of boom-boxes at Goodwill that operate on 12v, so I guess we could duct tape one to the dashboard and splice the wires off of the cigarette lighter. I think one even had a sticker of a unicorn on it.

33 MPG!

Hey! Although I forgot to reset the trip meter, I re-created the Leavenworth test drive and the other random trips I took the car on last week (including the trail-of-tears ice cream adventure!) and determined that we got 33.2 MPG out of the poor beast. Hellz yeah!

Timeline of our rally team

To get people up to speed on our team and mission, here is a brief history of our rally team:

September 9, 2007: Whilst fighting a hangover with greasy breakfast food at Kona Kitchen, Jason delights the gang with a riveting legend of a crazy car race in Europe where you have to drive, like, a BILLION miles in a car that costs less than, like, a gyro or something. I'm pretty sure none of us actually believe him.

September 11, 2007: Grant has to inform the gang that for once Jason's crazy tale actually exists and begins Googling state-side versions. First hit is the 24 Hours of LeMons race, which Grant is generally unimpressed with except for the $1000 grand prize paid out in nickels. Next hit is the BABE Rally.

December 19, 2007: Grant and Kyle confirmed for BABE Rally and begin scouring craigslist for the most hilarious vehicles under $200.

January, 2008: Vikram and Jason confirmed for BABE Rally. After spreading the word that we are in the market for a beater car, Brian and Meghan of Live Girls! Theater offer their non-operational 1987 Civic that has been sitting in their parking spot for 2 years.

February 11, 2008: Team is officially registered as "I Must Be Naked" (our temporary name)

April 2, 2008: We steal the rally car in a daring mid-day heist and somehow manage to push it to Grant's place with flat tires, fused brake pads, and no power anything.

April 10, 2008: After realizing that we are the worst team-name creators of ALL TIME, we decide to ask for team name suggestions from our friends.

April 12, 2008: After a week of work, Grant and Jason manage to get the car "running" by using a combination of quick-witted strategy, keen problem solving ability, and highly questionable technique.

April 18, 2008: We begin a single elimination team-naming tournament, ultimately resulting in a controversial and extremely exciting championship round which produces our awesome team name, There Will Be Bacon.

May 3, 2008: Further refinements to the operational ability of the car inspire us to test it out on the open road. Using BRG as a stunt-double stand-in for Jason (who couldn't make it), we stretched the rally car out on 250-mile day trip to the creepy Bavarian-themed town of Leavenworth. Important discoveries include:

• Fully-loaded baconmobile maxes out at about 50mph uphill.
• Not having a radio really sucks.
• Vikram can sleep in any position
• Drinking and playing baseball in the mountains is really fun.

The take-away message for the trip, considering the success of the car not vaporizing in a cataclysmic fountain of blood, oil, and Extreme Blazin' Buffalo Wing Pringles, is "WE DIDN'T DIE AND HELL YEAH WE ARE GOING TO MAKE IT WOOO!"

I'm sure my teammates will flesh this out a little more, but hopefully this timeline will help give this blog a context!