BULLRUN:Day 3

Beats courtesy of The Underdog Four hours of sleep is far from respectable, but then again neither is raging every night so you wake up forgetting how you got there, and then proceed to get on the road to tear the tarmac like you don’t need a driver’s license. But like ya birthday, Bullrun only... Read more »

Beats courtesy of The Underdog

Four hours of sleep is far from respectable, but then again neither is raging every night so you wake up forgetting how you got there, and then proceed to get on the road to tear the tarmac like you don’t need a driver’s license. But like ya birthday, Bullrun only comes once a year…

Today’s route cards are being handed out 30 minutes north of Chi-Town to avoid sitting in the city’s notorious rush-hour traffic jams. The Cuban Brothers—a British comedy troop—make many laugh and even more cringe with their always-ridiculous performances (if you curious, use Google).

Moments after the cars enter the interstate, it’s on. Lambos, Infinitis, Bimmers, Benzes and our Vette are storming between cars at over a buck. Ben is driving and seems to of shaken off the ticket he got in NY. But I am not worried about having RIDES repping the front-runners today—Tony Harmer is driving the photo-support vehicle. The Trailblazer SS quits at 137mph, but Tony has no problem keeping it there all day.

It’s becoming obvious that Illinois will be no cakewalk. The cops are pulling out in force and before I can say “BEAST.” Ben is catching his second ticket of the trip. A weak 81 in a 65 that is hardly worth bragging about, but we get the heads up. “Anything over 80 will get you a ticket,” explains the officer. “But you should be clear to exit 130.” Ben ignores the inside line, and sticks to 79mph… I am getting itchy to drive again.

An hour later, Ben’s cell rings… “Got pulled over; 85 in a 65, but it’s cool, it only set me back a few minutes—I am running with the Ford GT,” says Tony Harmer who ends up reaching the midpoint stop, the Anheuser Busch Brewery, in “unofficial” fourth place (support vehicles are not timed). Apparently the rest of the front-runners don’t find this as amusing as we do. Lesson learned, don’t try to run a city kid with kart experience through traffic, no matter what he is driving!

RIDES camera dude Matt Sheridan is not celebrating Tony’s personal victory with him over a fresh brewed Bud, but instead is stuck on the side of the road. It seemed to be good idea to put Matt in a someone else’s car for a leg of the trip to get a different perspective. Who would have guessed that Olympic runner Carl Louis’s Spyker would break down? By the time, Matt makes it to St Louis, he is sunburned, wind-burned and burnt out.

Mike Ballard from ID Agency jumps in the Vette with me for a change of scenery and Ben rocks the Trailblazer so Matt can sleep and Tony can shoot. Mike gets a text message from his partner and our boy Victor Carrillo: “Twenty miles over the limit will get you in cuffs…” It’s a slow trip through Missouri to Kansas City, Mike and I discuss the meaning of life.

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