The 68 Hours Of Thunder Hill
Now that I’ve “Survived the 25” at Thunderhill two years in a row, it’s increasingly clear to me that the endurance branch of motorsports appeals to a particularly sick and twisted group of racers. At the best of times, racers support their speed addiction with money that normal people use to buy a house, and there’s enough late-night wrenching to put even the healthiest marriage to the test, but endurance racing ratchets up the madness to a whole new level. When you go racing for 25 hours in a row, you need more of everything—more preparation, more tires, more fuel, more crew, more spare parts and way more determination. And a touch of madness mixed with masochism, as this year’s 68-hour adventure of barrel rolling, junkyard shopping, fog ducking, tranny swapping, Muscle Milk chugging and trophy raising—as described by me and a few of my MPME Scion teammates—graphically illustrates.
Andrew Wojteczko: Driver and regular Modified Mag contributor
After arriving at Thunderhill Raceway for the Thursday practice, the first thing I noticed was the fog. Visibility was so poor that testing was on hold until the fog lifted, but shortly after lunch the track went green and the MPME Scion tC was ready to go.
