2019 Power Tour – Day 03
Welcome to Day 3 of the Hot Rod Power Tour with Mothers. We’re only a few days into the 2019 edition and I can report that things are already starting to get out of hand, and I like it (excuse me for wanting a little magic in my life). Let me just say that the Fairfield Inn in Abington, Virginia puts on one helluva show. Or, so I’ve heard. Apparently, my room was on the wrong side (story of my life), depending on your point of view, because some overly amorous cows showed the entire north side of building exactly why Virginia is for lovers. I can’t say for sure, but I don’t believe Steen has had, “the talk” with his son Hunter yet. The sight of our friendly cows, um, checking the oil, may have frightened Hunter to the point where he tried to pack up his little Dora
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2019 Power Tour – Day 04
Today we kicked off Day 4 from a real deal casino. And yet, I didn’t go near the tables at the Belterra Casino Resort, mainly because I already play fast and loose with my blood pressure, love life (and life choices), and my kids’ college funds (just kidding, still no college funds). Our Day 4 Mothers on Tour party posse swelled to larger numbers, much like my waistband, my mountain of crushing debt, and that growth on my back (note to self: get that sucker checked out). Let’s see what our heroes are up to, shall we? Today, we went 213 miles from Kentucky Speedway to Lucas Oil Raceway in Indianapolis. Because of the mileage, Brian Thomson wanted to ensure he could go the distance. But Brian, what’s your wife Janet going to eat? Suddenly, Joe Hendershott saw a bush in the United States that he did not yet wee
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2019 Power Tour – Day 05
Welcome to Day 5 of the Power Tour. Today was a bit of a bust and I’m not just referring to the coconut holders on Precious the mannequin. No, I’m gonna take it all the way to the days of Milli Vanilli and blame it on the rain. In the most Bad Luck Schleprock manner, the stormy skies followed us for the entire 204 miles from Indy to Fort Wayne, Indiana’s Allen County War Memorial Coliseum. The pouring rain not only put a damper on our Day 5 party, it effectively shut down the Power Tour Layover festivities forcing everyone to close up early. I had a game-changing idea to spray my entire body with CMX Ceramic Spray Coating with the hope that the formula’s relentless water beading would keep me dry. However, our party poopers in legal want me to tell you that YOU MUST NEVER APPLY CMX CERAMIC
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2019 Power Tour – Day 06
Much like life, the Power Tour is a marathon and not a sprint. And much like life, I usually just spin my wheels until I eventually burn out. Welcome to the sixth and final leg of the 2019 Hot Rod Power Tour. What’s today? Thursday? No, it’s Friday. That’s the Tour in a nutshell. Such a blast and equally as much of a blur. Massive miles, big time vistas, and all sorts of rides, however, it can be challenging to recall dates and cities (no different than any other time of the year for me). Today we went 165 miles from Fort Wayne, Indiana to Summit Motorsports Park in Norwalk, Ohio. I’m also pleased to report that because I called Charley “Steve” in yesterday’s post, my status with him has been elevated from “Idiot” to “Jackass.” He loves me! He really does! Poor Forrest. After a week spent enduring the
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2019 Power Tour – Epilogue
The 2019 Hot Rod Power Tour has reached its end. Rather fitting as I’ve also reached my wit’s end, after 1,300-miles spent suffering Forrest’s insufferable odes to his precious Precious. This year marked the 25th anniversary of the biggest road trip party in the world, and not-so coincidentally, it’s also Mothers’ 25th appearance in our campaign to nab the ultimate perfect attendance award. Just look at our presence at this year’s Tour. I can assure you, it wasn’t always like this. When we started, it was just our own Ken Holland and Forrest Tosie driving a 1963 Chevy II SS convertible, that Forrest recalls as being red with a white interior and top and a 327 Corvette motor with a four speed. It was known as “Slepe 63” and Forrest also called it, “the ultimate chick magnet,” which apparently was an acceptable thing to say 25 years ago. To commemorate
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