A picture of two out of 3 of my Lightning Rods; the light blue one was bought pretty much ready to go. The rooves get painted according to your points, white, yellow, blue, red, then various variations on red, stripes etc, and in some cases you'll get a gold for becoming Top Dog.
I started with the light blue on yellow, and after two meetings progressed to blue. First "blue" meeting was the European championship, (which is like the USA World series) couple of drivers from Holland showed up, and a few from Incarace and Spedeworth promotions. We decided to go and have a practice on Saturday, the old girl was flying. Went out for a final blast to scrub in a new pair of front tyres, whereupon one of the pistons decided that it'd had enough and exited through the block.
It was 3.30pm, the car was loaded onto the trailer, and as I had a prior engagement that I REALLY couldn't escape (B-I-L's wedding) I threw myself on the mercy of my "crew" (The aforementioned Fester, @outlaw118 and my favourite apprentice from work).
They then proceeded to remove the borked engine from the Rod, then strip off the head and ancillaries. They then whipped the engine out of a written-off Transit that we'd bought for Big Van Bangers, strip that, put my spare head on as the original couldn't be trusted, stick my carbs, cam and manifold on, and plonk it into the Rod. They finished at 4am. When I got to the yard at 9.00 they admitted that they'd had some chemical assistance and still hadn't been to bed, instead choosing to wash, wax and detail the whole car.....
After a 3rd in the first qualifier and a fourth in the second, I got put 3rd row inside for the final. The rebuilt lump was properly grumpy at low revs when cold, however once I got a few laps in all was well. During the final, I overtook the 4th place bloke round the outside after some "rubbing" and set off for third. The leading 3 were having their own little battle and slower than me, so didn't take long to catch them. Fortunately (for me) the second place driver went for a rash move up the inside and outbraked himself and ran wide. collecting some expensive looking damage from a back-marker. Yay! Up to 2nd. The leader had buggered off into the distance by this point - Mark Liszowski, great driver - so I was content to just defend. Alas, a back marker span in front of me; I went to the outside, and 3rd place bloke went inside, and I lost the place. 5 laps to go, and I got right up the chuff of Mr 2nd place - his car was damaged from the earlier incident, and smoking both from bodywork rubbing and oil burning. I kept the pressure on, tried inside, then outside until with the last lap signal I decided that 3rd place was better than nothing, in a car with an engine that cost next to fuck all, behind a legend of the sport and a money-no-object car, so I got 3rd.
Then went up to red roof in the space of one meeting.
I "retired" at the end of that season as I fancied doing proper circuit racing, and the soccer team I was player-manager for took up too much time. Oh, and I had kids too.