For years I dreamt about catching The Race Of Gentlemen on the East Coast. When they announced that TROG would be hitting West Coast I was stoked. After months of anticipation The Race Of Gentlemen was finally here, but so was the tail end of a freak storm that had hit the Northern part of California earlier. Continuous rain and high tides put the brakes on any races real quick. By the time I arrived Saturday afternoon, the only thing I caught a glimpse of was the bottom of a Sapporo bottle and a bowl of white rice. The disappointment of missing these vintage machines led me to more empty cans of sweet booze that night and a lack of memory come Sunday morning. To top it all off, Sunday racing was also cancelled. I now faced 5.5 hour drive home without seeing a single burnout and I had a hangover from hell. Guess there’s always next year!