One of my favorite annual events is Rental Car Rally
– a costumed, overnight rally where teams compete to hit a bunch of checkpoints at abandoned buildings and cultural oddities, whilst trying to get the lowest total mileage between the starting line (in L.A.) and the finish line (somewhere hundreds of miles away and deep in the desert).
Here’s the description of the event from the RCR website:
Held in cities across America every summer, Rental Car Rally careens across hundreds of miles of two-lane blacktop and backroads alike, pitting costumed galoots against each other in a madcap race to win that most gilded of trophies: His Glimmering Majesty, The Golden Gas Pump of Destiny, Esquire.
In other words, it’s a challenge, old horse. A challenge to break the dim shackles of your amateur porn-addled brain, rise from your Laz-E-Boy, tuck your t-shirt into your panties and finally (finally!) do that thing — that one glorious, fully tumescent thing — that all Red Bull-blooded Americans with disposable income, a valid driving license and a curious penchant for costumed buffoonery yearn for in their vestigial 9-to-5 hearts: rent a car, raise some hell.
I’ve competed in the rally nearly every years since the inaugural L.A. event in 2010, having dressed up as American Gladiators, eccentric Scientists, deranged Clowns, and more.
At the most recent rally, my team dressed up as Daft Punk style robots, and dubbed ourselves TEAM #ROBOYOLO.
Check out this video I made for our most recent rally, L.A. to Tombstone 2016…it will give you a better idea of what the rally entails than I could ever describe: