This post originally appeared here, at Hooniverse.com.

The sun rose over the rolling hills of golden winter wheat and filled my tent with light. I rustled, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and thought, “Holy shit! I’m first on the track today!” This was my first-ever Lemons event and I was…um…nervous.
When Pete sent me the invite just two weeks previous to join Team Killer ZomBees (You may remember the ZomBee itself as the Hooniversal Car of the Year for 2011), I did what any rational, self-respecting person would not do: I said yes. What follows is my attempt to describe what the 24 Hours of Lemons was like.









