Ok, so for the past week now people have been asking me for a description and/or some insight into what went wrong with our 1969 Dodge Daytona replica on this years Bullrun from Calgary to Phoenix. Well, let me start by saying A LOT went wrong. We had planned to have a grand ole' time on this years Bullrun, and we did--we just hit a few snags along way.
If you haven't already, read Part 1 and Part 2 here. And now for Part 3:
Starting Line June 21st
Bullrun this year was a bit disappointing due to the fact that we only had 30 cars participating. The starting grid was somewhat subdued and the turnout was less than spectacular. However, we made it there and we were determined to have a blast even if it killed us... and it almost did. The flag dropped and all of Team Angry took off. Andre in the R8 talked us into purchasing these AMAZING 2 way radios before the start of Bullrun and it was probably the best thing we did. With Team Angry in full contact with each other we cruised out in search of check point #1. That was until....
Problem #4
All of us were cooking right along when all of a sudden the Daytona up and died again. A screw had come loose in the carb and caused us to be roadside once more. We told the rest of Team Angry to go on ahead and once Pete had sorted out the carb, we were back on the road again. At this point the Daytona was running beautifully--up until the point were I crested a hill and saw a motorcycle mounty staring back at us with a radar gun. SH*T... I was clocked at 154 km/h or 95 mph. At least the car was running good though.
Continue reading after the jump. 
After our mounty incident we got back to cruising, hit the first check point and proceeded to the our first destination in Whitefish, MT. We crossed back into the USA, all was good, life was grand and the sun was shinning... until of course the final nail in the coffin happened.
About thirty miles from the Blackfoot Indian reservation we were sidelined by massive wheel failure. You see, the Daytona has custom three-piece wheels on it, and on the inner rim there are thirty bolts that hold the rim shells together. Well, ten of thirty bolts sheared off on the passenger side front wheel, causing our front tire to deflate instantly while moving at a pretty good clip. I am not going to mention the wheel manufacturer as of yet because I want to give them time rectify the problem.
Our Guardian Angel returns
As you can see there is a pattern here. Car runs, car stops, Mike gets angry, car runs again... This I can handle. The wheel failure, however, was one problem we could not fix, and at this point we knew our time in the Daytona was finished. We were now stuck in middle of nowhere, the Daytona was sidelined, we were in Montana Grizzly Bear country and our spirits sank. My first call was to our now Guardian Angel, Tim MacGowan. Tim told us to see if we could get the car to Great Falls which was about 100 miles away, at which time he would set up a garage space and hold the Daytona for us until we could ship it back to NYC. AAA was called, the car was flat-bedded and our Bullrun Daytona was now in the safe hands of our Guardian Angel. Tim... I owe you buddy.
Saturday, June 21st
Now that the Daytona was in safe hands we proceeded to find another car. We called the Great Falls airport and were able commandeer a 2008  Ford Fusion. Now, don't laugh because this little bugger is now a legend. With ass in seat and after the best fried chicken dinner I've ever had with Tim and Pete, we were on our way. Our destination, Big Sky, MT, some 256 mile away. The roads were black, it was now 1am but we made it and were back in the game.
Tune in tomorrow for Part 4 of my Bullrun 2008 recap.
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