24 Hours of Lemons

Here It is Our P.O.S 1986 FIREBURNED fuel infested 5.0 Mustang. Proudly named by the "Depends" committee as

"LOS CUCAROCHES"

Sadly enough the hood did not survive the fire, well to be honest not much really survives a fire, especially when it

has a constant fuel for the flame... Here is Lloyd welding up the sunroof, this will ensure the smoke will stay inside the car

this time...no smoke will leak from our "roach"...check out the internal exoskeleton roll bar installed earlier by Lloyd

and Russell, this insect will not be stepped on lightly.... more photos soon...its time for the filthy creature to go to the

Roach Hotel for some R&R

Nasty. Brutish. Not Short Enough.

The crowd. The spectacle. The pall of blue smoke and roasted clutch discs. In all motorsport, no event captures the universal human need to whale on old crapcans and hoover down greasy barbecue like the 24 Hours of LeMons.

Each LeMons race is for cars purchased, fixed up, and track-prepped for a total of 500 dollars or less. But before reaching the grid, you'll have to survive trials like the Personal-Injury-Lawyer Anti-Slalom, the Marxist-Valet Parking Challenge, and the Wide Open Throttle Rodthrowapalooza. Twelve hours into the race, the car voted People’s Choice is called in and awarded a cash prize; simultaneously, the car voted People’s Curse is called in and summarily destroyed. At the end of 24 hours, a gala awards ceremony plies the survivors with trophies, plaques, and four-figure purses in canvas bags full of nickels