Those handful of times where you’d show up at a strange location in the middle of nowhere, and run into other teams. Totally ridiculous. There were four of us here for the ancient toll booths at this strange outdoor park.
There were also 3 other teams trundling around this small cemetary in the middle of Bridgeport. Here’s the old chevy that was finished the night before the rally.
This was the final checkpoint. I hadn’t seen anyone for hours but Poncho showed up in his ST less than 5 minutes after I arrived. Pretty wild. No SR20 thanks to a horde of flies that kept us in our cars.
10/10 over all for the rally. I hope this happens again next year.