The Lauderdale Dispatches
 

Friday, noon.

Racers are descending on Fort Lauderdale for the Offshore Grand Prix.


(Grand Prix, because it's $1000 to enter.)

The weather is beautiful. Seas are calm.

The parking lot of the Radisson has been turned into the dry pits.

This is one of the coziest dry pits racers have seen in a long time. They even brought in a bordello-on-wheels.

Racers will know each other very intimately when this is over.

Inspired by the togetherness, Kitten (center), Tami, and Liz are trying to make some money on the side.

Having paid their entry fees, the racers are out of cash. Kitten & the girls had no takers.

Lou-Ann gives first instructions to the boys.

Gino switched to a conveyance more appropriate to the size of the pits.

One guy even has a monkey on his shoulder.

Inhaling all that race fuel does that to you.

Ben Hedrick plays it very safe: Lid over his hyead, and a shiny new SRP helmet.

Kitten took possession of a spanking new cat of unknown origin. Must have been a shady deal.

Inspection time!