Oh fine, SPOILERS AHEAD. Just watch the dang episode first, will ya?
Like all our trips, we started out very late. Why so late? Well, there were dyno runs, and more dyno runs, and tuning, and putting a nut on the steering wheel of the Impala, and then the Rotsun spat oil everywhere. Here’s some insider info for you; Freiburger and Fin ALWAYS start out every trip intending to succeed. No, really. The realest thing about our reality show is that at no point ever has either one of those guys been like, “Well, here’s what we want to do but it’s fine if we fail.” No. They really think they’ll make it every time, and so DF was working hard on the Impala and stressing hard about what he figured was a major horsepower to weight disadvantage. So anyway, it was dark and late by the time we finally hit the road to Arizona, and then we made it about a block from Westech.
We eventually got going, and Mike realized he could shoot flames from the pipe on the Rotsun and that entertained us all for many miles. We stopped for gas out in the desert and a nice gal recognized the car and was stoked to see it. “This is a record,” said Mike. “Two women have looked at Roadkill cars today.”
“The other one was me, on the freeway, passing you guys in the Impala,” I said.
“Yeah, but you were in an unfamiliar car, so it counts,” he answered. That part was true, my having borrowed a Jeep for the journey so that there would be at least one machine that made it there, but I don’t think it counts. If you’re a woman who watches Roadkill, tell us about it so me and the girl in this photo aren’t the only ones Mike thinks exist.
At some point, possibly past the point where we should have, we realized we weren’t going to make it anywhere close to our intended goal of Tucson–where we planned to drag race for tuning purposes before heading to No Fly Zone, the half-mile drags in Gila Bend, Arizona. We meant to leave early in the morning, but we didn’t. We did do burnouts though. And broke. And randomly saw one of Mike’s old boat-racing buddies on the freeway on-ramp where we broke. He had a really cool dog.
What happened next? Oh yes, very bad tire problem on the Impala. At this point, Fin was feeling pretty good about the Rotsun’s domination of the roadtrip, since his only issue was how long it took to put the hood back on after each oil check.
The new goal became finding an alignment shop, but first there was the purchase of hilarious shoes. Fin still wears these. We saw them during One Lap. “Like being out on the lawn,” he says.
At the next emergency tire stop, some locals hooked us up with a big tire shop that helped us with new rubber and alignment. We were there long enough that an impromptu party broke out, with little kids sitting in the Rotsun, and lots of autographs and joking around.
We did miss our Tucson drag day though. And it wasn’t even like the day was done. We went from the tire shop to the hotel and attempted to reseal the blower, first with suspension grease, only there wasn’t any in the suspension of either car. “Uh, it’s totally dry,” said Freiburger, crawling back out from under the Impala, and then with peanut butter, “This would work if it wasn’t chunky,” said Fin. Finally hair goop was chosen. And hey, it worked, plus the blower looked stylish.
The next morning, when we should have been in Gila Bend, we were finally in Tucson, and well, you can see what happened there by watching the episode. There were also a bunch of cool bracket racers and Jr. Dragster drivers, so we ended up having a pretty good time, even if it wasn’t exactly according to plan. Scroll through the gallery for more behind the scenes of Episode 65.