Post #315479 by Cammo on Thu, Jun 28, 2007 11:46 AM

How ya drink out of that thing, Babs? Does it come with a curse attached?

I've never made a mug before, but I've won one.

Our entire graduating high school class staged an illegal road rally on the last day of school. Three to a car; driver, navigator, and backseat advisor. The police were warned that day there might be some speeding around the county, and they complied by looking the other way for 24 hours. A judge's son was involved, so they knew when to keep their eyes closed.

We started from the high school parking lot, believe it or not. The whole race was designed like a Monte Carlo Rally, with “clues” at checkpoints. We were all handed sealed envelops right before starting, with instructions for the first checkpoint. The thing was really well organized, which was funny because I’d only heard about it an hour before it started.

Andy Berry, tall, goofy, mop-top, but the school’s daredevil motorcycle fanatic (his dad owned a German bike he lifted during WW2) was my right-seat navigator, and Drew McFarland who I didn’t know too well was the backseat advisor. We switched roles after the first 5 minutes of the race, though – Drew became the screaming backseat navigator and Andy was the “Look Out” frontseat who yelled “LOOK OUT” if anything got in our way.

Our average speed was about 95, this over every type of surface imaginable; dirt roads, one-lane curves, farm tracks.

Richard Zaban was our only real competition, and I knew we had him when we all saw him rocketing (airborne, no kidding) out of County Road 7 late in the race, going the wrong way.

Anyway, we won, and they handed each or us these cheesy mugs filled with beer at the end. This is still my favorite mug, you can see “First” badly scratched into the top.