IMPORT ALLIANCE // BOWLING GREEN KENSUCKY.
I know this post is a few weeks late. But apparently posting coverage late is trending right now, haha!
I had never been to an Import Alliance event, and when I got the call about hitching a ride from my buddy to the wonderful state of Kentucky I had no choice but to say yes. So I rolled over to Jakes house sometime in the afternoon to get ready to head out, but it appeared that Jake was nowhere near ready to go due to a broken axle in his car.
This should have been my first sign not to go.
I think they spent somewhere like 2-3 hours trying to figure out how to get that axle out, and another hour or so getting the new one back in. By the time we were all packed up and ready to leave St. Louis it was somewhere like 9 o’clock…and after we devoured some cheeseburgers and actually hit the highway it might have been closer to 10…
After a very dark 5 or 6 hour trek we finally made it into Bowling Green and there was almost nobody out. The place was a ghost town!
…except for the police officer that pulled us over as we were trying to find our hotel.
It was roughly this moment that I had a slight thought of “maybe we shouldn’t have come out here.”
After sitting with a colorful light show behind us for a few minutes Jake got let off with a warning and we were eager to get into the hotel and catch some sleep before we had to be out at the track in just a few hours to get into the show at a decent time.
I want to say we were in the hotel room for about 45 minutes until we FINALLY fell asleep….and then we were woken up by the HOTEL FUCKING FIRE ALARM AT 3 AM UGH.
It was somewhere around THIS moment that I was definitely thinking “we probably shouldn’t have come here.”
A few hours later we woke up and threw ourselves together, caught some breakfast and hit the racetrack.
I had only been to this racetrack once before for LS fest (which was a pretty awesome event) so I really had no idea what to expect when we were pulling in, but there were a shitload of people waiting in line so that put a good thought into my head that this might be a pretty good event.
Once we found a spot in the cool kids section we were able to get out and check out the scenery. There were quite a bit of people that showed up, a bunch of vendors lined up, some drag racing, drifting, etc. To me it seems like any typical event that I’ve been to…with a lot more bagged cars and wide bodies. We walked the whole thing a few times, hungout by the drift action, caught a couple of ride alongs, ate some food cart food and hung out. It was a pretty good time! It was definitely good running into a few familiar faces as well!
All in all it was a pretty good event! Even though we hit a few rough patches getting there, I’d say it was sort of worth it…?
That is…until the ride home.
I don’t really know what time we decided to leave, but it was sometime after the homie Dave tried to give Jake’s car a quick alignment by eye in the parking lot. I want to say we were maybe 45 minutes or an hour into driving when Jake started to notice some weird vibrating in his wheel. YUP. You fucking guessed it. Blew ANOTHER FUCKING AXLE. But this time we had no backup axle or anywhere to try and get one. So we pulled into Sonic, ate some 12$ cheeseburgers and started calling everyone we knew to try and get home.
Luckily Dave made the phone call that would save our lives. The homie Ben was out at the event doing some drifting and brought a truck and trailer that we were able to get jakes car loaded onto. His drift machine is also licensed and insured so he was able to drive it all the way back to the Lou. THANK GOD.
BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!
It wouldn’t make much sense given our luck the last few days that this was a clean solution to our problem. I don’t really know how long we were driving before the excursion decided to take a shit on us, but it definitely happened smack dab in the middle of nowhere in the pitch dark.
It was DEFINITELY at this point in time that I was thinking (very loudly) WE DEFINITELY SHOULD NOT HAVE FUCKING CAME HERE UGH I HATE KENTUCKY AND EVERYTHING.
After an hour or two (or three? I have no idea) A bunch of pretty awesome night photos shot by dave, a donut in the middle of the highway, and a bag of doritos later WE WERE BACK ON THE ROAD. I have no idea what time we eventually made it back to Ben’s house
IF YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS THE END OF THE WORST NIGHT EVER YOU’RE WRONG.
“But Travis wait…why didn’t you guys just tow the car back to Jake’s? Doesn’t that make more sense?”
Well I’m glad you asked! and YES that does make more sense, but you see…the truck we were using to pull Jake’s car took a shit on us once before…AND it’s a ford. Taking that risk would only be a recipe for disaster! So at 1:30 or 2 or whatever time it was Jake called a tow truck and about an hour later they showed up. I don’t want to go into too much detail about the driver of this Tow Truck from hell, but I’m pretty sure he had just escaped prison on some kind of murder charge and was definitely on some sort of hallucinogen the whole trip back. Not to mention he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in the hour or so it took us to get to Jakes.
WE FINALLY GOT BACK TO JAKES HOUSE AND GOT HIS CAR OFF THE TRUCK. THANK JESUS WE MADE IT.
Oh, then I had to drive an hour back to my house. I got home at like 5am.
Needless to say, the trip was nothing short of a fucking disaster. But in-between all of the broken ass cars, waiting, and freezing cold we did manage to make a few new friends, share a shitload of laughs, eat some doritos, and take a few dope photos.
10/10 would do again.
CHEERZ TO BAD LUCK, GOOD FRIENDS, LONG DRIVES, DORITOS, AND WIDEBODY FENDERS.