In the same way that farmers in previous eras must have measured the seasons by their fields - I feel like I'm almost able to measure the flow of time by the building of the annual idiotarod cart.
Idiotarod season came a little late this year. The entry-forms became 'Officially' available only 2 weeks before the race for some reason. I also have a mini-me on the way. Yet such things seem to have little or no effect on my ambition and imagination. For some reason I believed that 2 weeks was plenty of time to turn a shopping cart into a fully functional ice-cream truck: music, freezer, and all.
Naiveté and achievement pair well though, and so despite McCoy being sidelined with a cyborg hip, and Cupp deciding he wasn't injured enough and thus needed to go snowboarding, Amy, Jon, Billy, Nemo and myself painted, taped, glued, and birthed the Nice Dreams truck into a cold misunderstanding world in just about 2 weeks time.
My neighbors continue to be baffled by my hobbies, but I feel like this year our fellow idiots truly appreciated for our contribution. There were at least a few other great carts - the far too soon Robin Williams coffin, and the insanely good lego movie kitty, but there was only one team handing out drumsticks and fudgesicles. I suspect at some point in the future that an ice-cream truck will be instrumental in binding the disparate faiths of humanity. A profound love of popsicles seems to be bound in our genetic makeup.
And what did we do with this newfound good will of our fellow racers you ask? We turned right around and drowned it in a sea of hot fudge and strawberry syrup.
We always have a great time doing this race. The AZ Cacauphony Society really deserves props for anything that can entertain me for the best part of a decade. What was different this year was our prior decision to avoid the quest for 1st place. This almost always goes to the Hash House Harriers
anyway. Its hard to beat folks who practice drinking and running on a weekly basis after all. Instead, we just wanted to have fun and spread chaos.... and chaos we did spread.
From the time we got our first clue (your next destination is always a mystery until you complete a challenge there) - anyone within 20 feet of us got hosed down with sunday toppings and then coated with sprinkles. I'm sorry to admit that even a few bystanders took friendly fire, but thats all part of the experience! Theres a odd satisfaction to assaulting your opponents with non-lethal deterrents, and it draws a weird kind of honorary animosity. I suppose this is why we got rammed, tackled, cart-jacked, and I even got pie-faced Bill Gates style (check that off the bucket list).
If that doesn't sound fun, I totally understand, but when combined with potato guns, warm beer, and cups of snot-like alcohol laden gummy bear sludge - its kind of magical... either that or more likely it causes some sort of addictive PTSD. Either way, it was another super fun Idiotarod, and I was happy to share one of my most favorite activities with my brother-n-law Billy and my friend Nemo who will almost certainly never speak to me again.
The word is that we won some kind of award but after about an hour at the finish line party we were full of tacos and ready for a nap/shower/delousing. Hopefully I can add an update to this once we find out who won what. I'll also include some of the build pics below as I always think its fun to see how these things come together.