Just my .000002 pesos worth.
The old stories should be written.
The stories of working a lifetime to then spend all your money and family vacation time on the salt.
The families,wives,sons, daughters, brothers and cousins who have been bitten by the bug and now participate.
The many ways to fill the long hours of waiting
The whole Wendover vibe of East and West. The old Wendover versus the new.
The people who drive 2 days just to sit in the sun and watch, while not participants they really are crazy in their own way.
The sweat and heartache of trying year after year, sometimes for a decade or more trying to win a record and a hat.
The whole ancient lake history
The back story on course workers who give all their free time so others can race
The story on negotiations and agreements to pump salt back onto the lake so we can race
The locals who embrace the racers and those who don't
The comradeship of the racers who will lend pretty much anything to strangers and competition alike.
The fellowship of impound
The nervous waiting in the tech line for the first time
The same after a record
The salt being the great equalizer between high dollar factory teams and the true home schooled engineers
Many stories set on a rich canvas that can only be really appreciated while standing in the context of the vast salt flat under a hot sun.
