Shortly after, I decided to enter the Beetleball Las Vegas Event"The preparation on the Beetle has begun. I began by goning over the whole car these past few days to give it a 'once-over' and create the list of things that need to be done. Since I leave on Friday for California the list was quickly divided into "need", "would help us win" and "would be nice". The need items (maint. and safety) were taken care of on the weekend, except for new seatbelts. Those I'll have to get in California. Following the need items, I've started on the next category. The major items are mounting the rally computer, it's sensor, and mounting rally lights for the drive home."

Rally computer, mounted.

Rally computer sensor mount. Excuse my welding, first time in two years with a not-so-hot welder to boot! The rally computer sensor is waiting for me in California...so here's hoping I made the mount correctly! I also managed to drop the car off for decals this morning, though I'm not entirely happy with the way things turned out...

The door gumballs were supposed to be 12", with a keyline at 14" diameter. Instead, the whole thing is 12". Needless to say, they'll be redoing them tomorrow!

More decals


Don't ask how many tries before they got the names right!
Epic Roadtrip to CaliforniaWell, it's 9:19pm and to me it feels like it's midnight. I crossed the border in to California earlier then expected, so I pulled my usual "I'll take that random road". Wow, hwy 96 is NOT to be missed!!
I've made it to "historic US101", and discovered that I'm actually at the famous Californian Redwoods forest. Part of me wants to drive through and "get there" but I just can't pass this opportunity up. I'm going to sleep here, wake up early and actually see them for myself. I'm in the little town of Humbolt, using a powerplug and the wifi at a diner while the girls clean up for the night.
Here's a few photos from the trip so far, and then off to 'bed'.

The earplugs have finally given me some relief from the road noise, tire noise, engine noise and wind noise. Oie.

I was SO sure he was coming after me. I was doing 80...guess this guy was doing more!

This is somewhere in a National park on Hwy 96

Is it bad that gas stations from the '80's look retro now?

This store is a full on Air-cooled shop AND a domestic shop. Pretty cool. Eugene, OR

Fixing the fuel gauge in Eugene OR

Matthew, the part's store guy's, '61

Motel-6, and yes I stole the towels.

What the heck McDonalds? Coffee with a STRAW!?! - I kid you not, that's how they served it.

Awwww...look at the little guy trying to keep up. (some red super in Portland)
Whew!
So tired.
Sunday I woke up at 5am, adjusted the valves in the dark so I don't have to worry about it the night/day before Beetleball. Headed through the Giant Redwoods and then down the coast on Hwy #1. Arrived at Jimbo's shop around 5, he says Hi to all of you guys. Mentioned Silas and Bruce by name. Checked out the cars, hung around the shop for a bit, hit Alcatraz and then went to the airport and flew home. I actually wasn't tired until I arrived back and had to do a brochure for print today...
Anyways, the Beetle is safely resting in Jimbo's shop...desperately wanting a wash. I was actually disappointed to park it. We've had quite the little road-trip together. I do hope, however, that Saturday night is my last night ever sleeping in the thing.
I had to cover a lot more ground, so all my photos were a rush out, snap, and rush back in affair. The car is even running for all of them, so I'm not really happy with the quality.
-Dave
Valve Adjustment via headlamp...
Wow this car seems tiny!



We've only been separated 14 hours, and already I miss it!Beetleball!
Here's the tale of our adventure, as posted on my personal blog. I suppose it assumes you know who my co-driver Warwick is. Warwick is a fellow gravel/snow rally nut, professional photographer and at one point a nationally licensed co-driver. He shares my love for classic cars (his of the british persuasion), mountain bikes and all things with the words "crazy adventure" in them.
For me the event started on Thursday Night, as I was sitting in the Airport ready to fly. My flight landed in San Francisco at 10:30, and I was walking down a very, very dark Pier 33 to the car around 11:30. The Beetle was just as I left in, except for a nice "Canadian" gear shift cover that Jimbo the race organizer had added. Within a few minutes the car and I were on our way towards Long Beach, an honest 7 hour drive. I stopped twice for twenty minute cat-naps, and the L.A. traffic even at 8am was impressive. I pulled into the Queen Mary hotel 10 hours after leaving San Fran.
1200 Miles of bugs tattoo'd to the front of my car
Just a little diry, eh? Time for a Wash!
Warwick was going to meet me at the hotel for about 3pm, so I went about taking care of the final details. First up was installing a new set of seatbelts. I can't imagine why Warwick didn't think the fraying units in the car weren't safe?! haha. With belts installed, I took care of the rally lights and then headed into town for a car wash. Along the way I stopped at So.Cal. Import parts, a Long Beach VW parts specialist. Andy, the owner, allowed me to roll the car out back to change the oil which was a much appreciated convenience! I picked up the last-minute spare parts we needed carry and headed back to the Queen Mary for technical inspection.
A clean Beetle is a happy Beetle. Ready to go racing!
Soon Warwick arrived and we we took care of final registration followed by a quick tour of a Russian Submarine. Turns out my Father was also in town on business, so he came out to the Hotel to check out the car and take Warwick and I out for dinner. With the start of the race set for 4:00am, it was early to bed. Dad mentioned that he might come out for the start, but we didn't really believe he was nuts enough to get up
that early.
Lo and behold, as Warwick and I were getting the car warmed up, Dad appeared out of the darkness to take some photos and see the start! Warwick and I had decided early on with this adventure that we would make the Beetleball a little more interesting by "dressing the part". Some research into old racing photos gave us an idea of what the 'period look' was for racers in the late 60's. White driving suit, shirt and tie (or neck scarf) and driving caps were common. While I did technically have a period-looking helmet, I decided to leave that at home!
Man and Machine ready to race
Team Photo
The beginning of the Beetleball is a LeMans style start. Teams must stand about 20feet from their car, and right at 4:00am teams run to their cars, belt in, fire them up and tear off towards Las Vegas. In the case of the Queen Mary start, all the cars would be heading towards the Parking lot exit kiosks, of which only three were open. Jokes before the start were being made about who would try breaking through a closed gate...but it almost happened! I don't think I was even fully in the car before Warwick was yelling at me to "Go! Go! Go!" Seat-belts, who needs seat-belts!?!
Teams lining up for LeMans start
Warwick and dashing to the car
While our initial strategy for the start was to relax a little, and let any carnage happen ahead of us...with Dad there for the show I couldn't exactly 'hold-back'. We tore off from the start, through the kiosks and managed to disappear into the morning in 2nd-place start overall. A few miles down the road I settled down into our pre-agreed strategy of running our own race, and not worrying about the other cars. Warwick and I had to concern ourselves not only with the 440 mile race to Vegas, but with also having a car to drive the 1000miles home! The trick with an endurance rally is not wasting time, gas and risking mechanicals in a relatively pointless jostle over a single mile or two. This point would ring home time and time again as Warwick and I found ourselves passed and alone, but soon suddenly right behind the other cars as they got caught in traffic, or near changes in the route instructions. We were focusing on a smooth even pace, with plenty of preparation and planning towards route, fueling and pace.
Driving through the morning drizzle out of Long Beach
I can't say how other teams were doing it, but we knew exactly what town we were going to fuel in, whether it was at an early exit or late one, and even how many gallons we needed to put in. We had two or three fuel strategies to choose from, and swapped our plan early on as we realized we'd be coming in to Plan A before the station opened. Our plan B would allow us to 'track' our competitors better, as we were likely to see who was refuelling in Twentyninepalms. Diving into our first fuel stop we were in 5th place, and after driving through Twentyninepalms we estimated we were in 3rd or 4th place. Warwick is pretty confident we built a buffer of time between us and those behind us coming into Amboy. The road has some pretty good twists and turns, without a lot of visibility. If I can surprise Warwick (a seasoned rally guy) on how the car corners, you can imagine I was pushing it pretty hard!
Heading towards Amboy, watching the sun come up
At 7am Warwick posted this to our live update: "We got a nice surprise at the Amboy checkpoint - we're in second! Our splash and dash skipped us ahead of everyone but the red open class bug. Currently cruising the old Route 66 to Needles, CA." Knowing Warwick really wanted a photo in Amboy, we pulled off for the fastest photo he's ever had to compose!
At this rate, we'll be there in no-time!
Heading into our second planned fuel stop, which was Needles CA, we were just passing the 1-mile to gas sign when I mentioned the words "uh-oh" to Warwick. Moments later the engine sputtered, starved for fuel, and died. I drafted a truck for the final mile to the exit ramp, took the ramp with as much speed as I could keep and with Warwick yelling "clear!" blasted through a stop sign and into the gas-station. A painfully slow fill later, and we were off. Pulling back onto the highway we weren't sure how far back we would drop. Were we still 2nd or had we dropped back? Soon we would catch up to Jay and discover that we were at least in 3rd, possibly worse.
Jay Sanchez, just before the start
We spent the rest of the event playing leap-frog with Jay Sanchez in his "Mexican Taxi" beetle. Jay's bug certainly had more oomph up the hills, and he was definitely willing to risk engine destruction more then I was. Despite logging 91mph at some-point along the rally, I was trying to keep it to 80mph max knowing we had to drive car home. Anytime we got close enough to Jay for him to see us in his mirrors, he would hammer off down the road and soon disappear. The big questions Warwick and I were asking was what kind of fuel tank does Jay have, and would he need to stop once more? We knew he stopped in Twentyninepalms. A 15gal tank could get him to the finish, but a 10gal tank would require once last stop in Kingman...
By the time we hit the Hoover Dam we had lost Jay, and didn't really know if he had made a stop in Kingman. Crusing slowly in tourist traffic Warwick calmed down the Toronto-driver in me and remarked that at this point, where ever we were in respects to the other competitors is likely where we are to remain. The officer working the security checkpoint had commented on the fact that he had already seen "four or five" cars go through, so we weren't too optimistic! Without anyone in sight, chances of catching them with the tourists would be slim, but we soldiered on with our "smooth and steady" pace strategy.
Soon we caught sight of Jay and the Mexi-Taxi once again, but played it smart this time. With the finish coming up Warwick and I knew we needed to stay hidden as long as possible. Jay had already proved he could get away from us with open roads, so we needed to rely on Las Vegas traffic to tie him up a little. Hiding behind trucks and SUV's, I slowly made my way closer and closer to him. About ten miles from the finish we popped out from an SUV on a downhill and tried to get a run on Jay. I wish I could say our little car flew past him...but it was mere moments before I was staring at his exhaust and following him off the freeway into Las Vegas.
Hugging Jay's rear bumper
Jay's exit off the highway surprised Warwick, it wasn't the exit marked in the routebook but we also didn't want to lose sight of Jay should he happen to have a short cut. With Warwick trying hard to figure out Jay's plan using Google maps, I focused on staying right on his tail to keep the pressure up. Jay's route was a confusing twist towards the airport, which I happened to know was on the wrong end of the strip for the finish. Where were we going?! Diving under the runway we raced through the tunnel and around a sweeping bend dodging local taxis and limos. I was following Jay towards an exit ramp when a sign caught my eye: "Airport Bypass".
I don't remember if I took the time to ask Warwick if I should follow the bypass and not Jay, or whether my gut reaction was to just take it since I knew the finish wasn't anywhere near where we were. In hindsight, I'm not even sure if Warwick and I agreed on my decision...regardless, I held close to Jay's bumper for as long as I possibly dared, to convince him I was following, and dove off at the last moment towards the bypass.
Suddenly I had nothing but horrible feelings that I had made the wrong choice. As we sat at the first red light I watched with dismay as Jay flew past us alongside the airport. What secret trick did he know?! As the light turned green Warwick reminded me that the rally isn't over until we've finished, and besides...we have no idea who screwed up. Was it Jay, or us? Could we beat him on side streets? Warwick returned to the task of navigating a route, and I returned to the task of driving as fast as possible without attracting a police officer.
With the Peppermill finish in sight both Warwick and I could feel the anticipation building in the car...had we beat him? Rounding the corner in the parking lot we were surprised to find that not only was Jay's Mexi-Taxi not in sight...but there was only one other Beetle! We had come in first place for Stock class, and 2nd overall!

