The sun has gone bye-bye. The pits are overflowing with busted rods, cracked blocks, snapped linkages, empty beer bottles and bloodied knuckles. Did we mention burnt bearings? Still, most of these warriors are soldiering on, hooning their adrenaline-soaked asses off on the now dry — but still frosty — Thunderhill course. To paraphrase the cop from the Big Lebowski, "Lead? Yeah, they got a team of judges working on that back at the paddock. They got 'em working in shifts! The lead..." Stay tuned for the pit party, thank us later.
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