In just six hours, I’m hitting the road for a 1,300-mile journey to WEKFEST in Fort Worth. The past three days have been a grind—checking every bolt, changing fluids, and making sure my car is ready for the long haul. I even snapped a few pics while I was at it.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: Why would I drive a rough, loud, low-slung, no-A/C, cramped car all the way to Texas? Here’s the deal: I’m doing this to prove a point. You can build a functional race car and still drive it every day. I’ll be rolling with a straight-piped exhaust, no silencer, roll cage, and seat harness the whole way. We don’t build these cars for cushy commutes—we build race cars that we choose to live with daily.
It’s not just talk. It’s possible, and it’s time for everyone to step up and take their built cars to the streets. So, with that, I’m signing off for now. We’re documenting every mile of this road trip, and we’ll have a full write-up next week. Stay tuned for the chaos and the glory. Hope to see some of you at WEKFEST!
we will have full WEKFEST event coverage up by Monday, be on the lookout for the link.
While I had the hood up, I decided to clean up the engine bay a bit—why not make it look as good as it runs? That’s when I found out my battery was toast. Of course, it’s the night before the trip, so my only option was my buddy Evan. He let me borrow the Braille battery from his 240, which is nearly half the size of my stock one but packs a punch.
I didn’t stop there. I flushed the radiator, changed the oil and trans fluid, checked the brake and clutch fluid, and bled the lines. Overkill? Maybe. But with a 2,600-mile round trip across half the U.S. ahead of me, I wanted every base covered. No surprises on this journey.
Normally I run no spare, but again I would rather be safe than sorry. So Pat came through with a full-size spare. It’s a tight squeeze between all the bars, but at least it’s not going to move.
