Pikes Peak Hill Climb.. Hell Yeah!
Last weekend was the Pikes Peak Hill Climb. This is the second-oldest auto sports race, where the drivers embark on a 12.4 mile trek from 9,400 feet to 14,110 feet above sea level. Much of the track isn’t paved, and one wrong move could land you a quick trip from 14,000 feet to 9,000 feet.
Due to plane tickets bought for the wrong day and a car breaking down on the way to Colorado, I was not able to spend Pikes Peak day on the mountain. Instead, I spent it in Sedona with Adam K, Chris Fong and some super-rad girls.
We went hiking. I threw a pine cone at Chris Fong. My feet got all gross and I washed them in a gas station sink. I drank beers, took a nap, and read a book all while sitting in the rain. I ate a $20 meatloaf. A black girl tried to show me how to dance, but gave up. Chris Fong left in the middle of the night to walk home. Adam K broke a table. I ate a pear and gorgonzola salad. I saw a lizard as big as my face.
All in all, the Pikes Peak Hill Climb was just as awesome this year as it was last year.Back to Top