ANOTHER
DARING ESCAPE BY THE AMPUP RALLY FUGITIVES
But what else would
you expect by a team composed of a lawyer and
a car dealer? The 2000 Thunderbird was to
be AlCan practice for this latest iteration of
Team ARF -- for the Pup to learn to use a Timewise,
and Steve Norman to see if he could stand more
than half a day in a car with the ever-yapping
creature.
The T'Bird has become Big
Time -- One of the best of the "brisk" TSDs in
North America. This year the organizers,
Paul Westwick, Tony Latham, the Mahwinneys, and
their dedicated crew who have spent 13 years polishing
and perfecting their rally-production skills,
were rewarded with the largest field yet for one
of the "modern" T'birds -- 45 cars! The
measurements were accurate, the route was interesting,
grueling, and well-paced, the scoring quick and
accurate, and some substantial sponsorships with
very nice prizes.
The route from Cache
Creek via Jesmond, Rail Lake, Beaver Valley, the
shorty under the railroad tracks that Jerry always
uses, and Meldrum took us to the overnight at
Williams Lake. We were elated to find ourselves
in second with 18 points over 20 controls, behind
the unflappable Fouse and Wende with only 9, but
closely followed by Nispel/Nolte at 20, and then
three more experienced teams between 21 and 28,
including the Breazles with 26.
While most agreed that
Saturday's speeds had been a bit conservative,
we knew that Paul had a reputation for stepping
it up a bit on Sunday to allow the field to spread
out. Just a little too late we saw Ted Wilkinson
with a video camera high on a snowbank above a
downhill right then left, and gave him something
to shoot when we plowed into the soft snowbank
on the navigator's side. While we were frantically
shoveling out, a small SUV stuffed even deeper
over the bank behind us, generating more entertaining
footage. Twenty minutes of frenzied digging,
assisted by a push from Ted after he used up all
his tape, got us back on the road, and we hoped
to catch up by skipping the 15 minute gas stop
at Lac La Hache, some 45 km ahead.
We were making good time
about 3 km further on when we saw a warning triangle
at the end of a long straight, and Steve began
slowing, as we could not see what was over the
little downhill lefthander. As we crested,
we noticed that the road had become very, very
shiny, extremely shiny, with greatly reduced traction.
We also saw a red Mazda GTX halfway off on the
right, and a nice young couple looking round-eyed
at our sideways car sliding directly toward them.
The quick reactions of the driver saved the day,
as he got it straightened out and pointed directly
at the four-foot snowbank to the right, launching
us in a truly beautiful yump, snow flying over
the windows, and two big THUMPs coming from below.
We landed clear of the Mazda, well clear of it
-- and better than 40 feet off the road. Congratulations
were exchanged all around, no underwear had been
damaged, and we quickly dug out the Mazda and
had them back on the road in five minutes.
However, the Sweep crew
were still involved with SUV extrication back
up the route, so we worked on our tans, skated
back and forth on the icy slope, assuring ourselves
that we had indeed been deceived by a tricky patch,
and poked a bit more at the snow under the car
to uncover some sizeable logs and one very solid
stump (the louder of the THUMPs, I suppose).
Two hours later the Mahwinneys rolled up in the
Sweep truck, with some friends in another rig.
Our heavy-duty 25-foot tow strap didn't come anywhere
near the road, and a second strap positioned the
truck to attempt a reverse jerk up the nasty little
slope. A dozen or so increasingly firm tugs
finally got our car out of the deep stuff, with
a heartening lack of tell-tale stains in the pure
white, well-packed snow it left so reluctantly.
The only damage appeared to be a bent front rim,
and after a tire change we were on our way back
to Cache Creek.
We fell in with the
rally on the way, and briefly (0.0005 min) considered
joining them for the final regularity, an ice
race on a frozen lake (at least I assumed it was
frozen), but loyalty to our good friends Satch
and Russ, and morbid curiosity about rumors of
a blown engine in their car, compelled us to seek
shelter at the Wander Inn, almost an hour ahead
of the rest of the jolly adventurers. We
had our tales well-rehearsed by the time they
began straggling in with reports of the front
runners becoming stuck in a ditch when they politely
moved over to allow the lads from Down East to
pass them. As the full import of this amazing
set of circumstances dawned on us (Oh, No!
Iffa, coulda, shoulda, . . . ! ) we
became increasingly philosophical, with mutual
assurances that we had accomplished our truly
paramount goals of developing team procedures,
computer skills, shoveling muscles, knowledge
that the jack is stored under the second of the
spares, etc, etc. We slunk away before final
scores were posted, so we really don't know much
more at the time of this scrivening.
A quick check with the
vehicle's owner this morning yielded the information
that a seam in the belly pan had separated (the
revenge of the stump), and was being welded as
we spoke. A few other detail items, and
Red Dog will be ready for the longest, coldest,
toughest winter rally in the world. I hope
we are. - --the American Pup
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