We've managed to make about 200 posts about the Fling with negative tones and casting a dark cloud on what really was a great time. And that is NOT trying to chastise anyone or criticize, because I put my $.02 in too on the subjects.
But I haven't read too many funny or crazy stories from the Fling. I know there have to be some pretty interesting stories people have to share.
So who's got some positive and great stories to tell? Uh oh, is this a family show? Gotta watch what stories we tell?
I'll start.
First, the most positive thing is
we raised $100,000 for Team Jenny!!!! Holy sh!t. That's unbelieveable.
As for my Fling story....I lifted this right from a post I made at FFCobra, so I don't have to type it again...
After Satrudays' show, we were heading back to the hotel complex...at least we thought. It was one of those follow the leader situations. I was following a pack of Cobras, and we must have missed our turn off to get to I-70. We were heading east on Rt. 40, which is sort of like a highway. There were three of us. This 1000hp Cobra, myself, and Gasholes Joe and Pat Kennedy. Eventually, I wound up in front and they were following me. I figured we were lost, so I pulled into the island in the middle of the road. The two others pulled behind me. We looked at a map and figured out that if we just kept going east on Rt. 40, we'd get in the general direction we need to go. We get back in our cars, and nothing from the monster Cobra. Not a thing. It won't crank, cough, nothing...
We tinker with it for a little on the median of the highway and still get nothing. We tried push starting it (and let me tell you a Cobra is normally a light car, but not when it has a 588ci motor with a big blower!!), no luck. We then realize it's probably smartest to get the car on the shoulder of the road, instead of the middle.
So, we push it across the highway into a locals' driveway. Now, when I say a local, I mean a local. This is a gravel driveway of a run down ranch house, with old beat up cars in the yard, farming equiment around. A scene straight out of Deliverance or something. Middle of nowhere. I don't know a lot about fixing cars (thank god I have a good mechanic), Joe is trying to help diagnose the car. Seems to be electrical. Checked the fuses, used a volt meter to check other things. Can't find the cause. After about 30 minutes, we just figure the car wasn't going to start, so the owner was going to use the locals' phone to call a flatbed, and Joe and Pats' car and my wife and I left. I didn't have a cell phone and Joe had to split. We made sure he was going to be OK to use a phone and not get stranded. I left, and Joe left shortly after me (I think). I still had no clue where we were. Except lost.
I stopped at a gas station about a mile up the road to ask for directions. Turns out we were only about 2 miles from the hotel complex. Got the Cobra back to the parking lot. Picked up my truck. We came to the Fling using my father-in-laws' pickup truck and my mechanics open trailer. My wife and I decided we couldn't leave this guy there, especially now that we knew where we actually were and how close he was. So we went back to pick him up.
The Cobra is in the mouth of this locals' gravel driveway facing forward. I squeezed by and pulled in front of him. There is no way we were going to be able to wench his car onto the trailer forward because it is too low to the ground for the wench cable. So we try a running start to push the car onto the trailer. Like I said, a 588ci blown Cobra is heavier than you think. Forget it... So we push it out of the driveway, and turn it around. Hook the wench up to it and pull it onto my trailer.
Now we've got his Cobra on my trailer and there are 4 of us. My wife, me, himself and his wife. My pickup is a short cab 2001 Chevy 2500. We had junk in the middle of the seat, so no room for anyone buy my wife and I. So he and his wife had to sit in the Cobra facing backwards.
So I'm now facing forward in this local's gravel driveway. The driveway is NARROW. There is no way I can back out, as Rt. 40 is a highway, and I can't back a truck and trailer onto the highway. So I've gotta turn around in this guys yard. I pull into the driveway all the way and make a hard right onto his front grass. Suddenly I see him come outside. I'm thinking "crap, he's going get a shotgun and kill me". No lie, this guy was wearing jean overalls, had a dark beard and was quite overweight. Exactly what I'd expect to see. I apologize for running into his lawn. Thankfully he says "Don't worry none about that....that's a right perrrrrty car you got on that there trailer". Whew.... But taking no chances, I want to turn around quickly. I'm new at driving a truck and trailer, so in my haste to turn around, I got the truck at a 90 degree angle with the trailer. I backed up just a little too far and put a big ol' dent in the large tool box on my mechanics' trailer. But nonetheless, we got turned around and high tailed it out of there.
Turns out it was a wiring problem with the car and he had it running Sunday morning. Sadly, I didn't even get the chance to catch up with him when he ran it Sunday. I wanted a ride down the drag strip in that monster!!
Steve