So as this olelongrooffan has been listening, albeit from a distance, to those NASCAR stock cars roar around the Daytona International Speedway this past week or so. I knew time was rapidly running out for my Rolex24 posts and I have been hustling trying to get the last ones up. I am nothing if not timely.

Appropriately enough, the timing worked out well enough that this final post is also of the Parade of Vehicles leaving the infield after the conclusion of the 51st running of the Rolex24 at Daytona. Also appropriately enough, one of the first cars this olelongrooffan captured in that parade is one I am sure Muthalovin can appreciate. Be sure to make the jump to see others that are nearly as desirable. Nearly.

Yeah, this slow as a Christmas parade was slowly moving by our campsite. We usually wait at least an hour or so after the end of the race to even consider any attempt to exit our weekend long accommodations to head out into the traffic bottle necked up at the exit from the infield and the intersection just outside on International Speedway Boulevard. BTW, the images are pretty much in sequential order so watch that big yellow truck become loaded up with our weekend camping supplies.

A quick side note. One year, the motorcoach just behind that huge yellow single wheel 350 failed to appear, so the MickeyMouseDude parked that yellow truck in that vacant campsite. Later, I was chatting it up with Bus Plunge as he was watching the race from the comfort of his living room up there in the Queen City of the Ozarks. I kept trying to let him know where we were on the SPEEDTV cameras, “See that pink flamingo light?” “No.” “Come on Bus, just before the entrance to the west Horseshoe?” “No.” “See that big ass yellow truck?” “Oh yeah, I see you now. Nice campsite.” Seriously my fellow Hoons, this olelongrooffan just can’t make this shit up.

But yeah, as I mentioned, there were some lots of highly desirable vehicles in this parade set up just for the enjoyment of this olelongrooffan and my fellow Hoons. A friend of mine down in Fantasy Land has a similer vintage Alfa Romeo and he just loves Hooning the hell out it. Luckily though, it is not his daily driver.

I was able to capture an image of this 914. I don’t know if those wheels are the real thing but they looked pretty good. Seems like I saw this car last fall at one of the track weekends where I met our fellow Hoon, Ralstig. Hey Man!

Now, when this olelongrooffan was a younglongrooffan, this was a highly desirable means of transportation. Who am I kinding? It still is. And I just love touristas who have no clue to their surroundings and walk right into an image. But, hell, those anonymous dudes are famous now. And I love that chest pack on the near dude.

Except that, as has been mentioned previously, I would need some type of Porsche engine in that lower rear compartment.

Hell, even this olelongroof would work for me. With the same means of power of course. As another side note, see those dudes in those collapsible chairs just in front of that panel van? They are trackside watching the jet blowers blow all of the shredded rubber off the track and the repairs to the embankment where that car I captured a few posts back on that roll off had smashed into.

And if what I remember is actually what resident Porsche expert Bradley said in a post a whiles back, this 914 with those boxed fenders is most likely not a factory original as Ferdy’s boys only produced 6 or so of them. Notice that yellow truck bed getting filled with all of our camping crap yet?

And this olelongrooffan is old enough not to know what this is. I am confident nearly every one of my younger brethren Hoons know this and mostly likely every single detail about it.

How many of my fellow Hoons remember the old Disney classic “That Shaggy Dog?”

And again, my fellow Hoons, at the risk of sounding conceited or extremely jaded, “Meh.”

Now this longroof is something this olelongrooffan can get very excited about. Bone Ass Stock and I love every thing about it. Except that it’s not in my livery.

Yeah the Brumos Volkswagen contingent was very strong this year.

And I don’t have any idea WTF this decal job was all about. Lots of money spent on lots of nothing in my world.

And the body style of this old Suburban will always be my favorite regardless of the tin worms they always seem to attract.

And a stock Type II thrown in for good measure.

This 912 has been seen by this olelongrooffan at nearly every event I can remember over the past 5 years. From the Winter Park Concours to Porsche track days to the Art of Auto Show to the Turkey Rod Run. Hell, I bet I see it again at the Spring Rod Run in a few weeks.

If I had to have a sedan with a moderately longroof, I would accept this one.

And trust me my fellow Hoons, if there were any way in hell this olelongrooffan could get one of these for my daughter, TheSmartOne, my life would be complete.

There were more than one of these Lotus’ here this year. I spotted a few in the Motorsports Marketing enclave as well as a few more scattered around the infield. Notice that yellow truck? It had been filled with everything camping by that MickeyMouseDude crossing that parade route.

Just as a demonstration as to how slow this parade was, that MickeyMouseDude crossed that parade route and moved his big assed yellow truck into the slot vacated by our Louisiana bound motorcoach cohort and this Lotus had moved about a car length or two.

Nothing really to say here but that weekend I spotted a huge variety of Ferraris, both young and old.

Well my fellow race attending buddies had hit the road to battle that traffic and head back to their respective homes down near MickeyMouseLand leaving this olelongrooffan to enjoy more of the parade perched on my old beach chair in the bed of my olebeaterpickemup truck.

That bone stock Carrera is sweet but I really wonder what was under the tarp on this rolloff. I would have asked the driver but he was rockng out to Pat Benatar and this olelongrooffan just couldn’t bear to interrupt him or that classic music.

But this 968 was no mystery to me. Earlier, prior to my capturing images of this parade, we spotted a ragtop version meander on by our campsite.

And what is not to like about a brutal, ass pounding Gen 1 Viper?

Just behind that Viper and a tram filled with touristas was one of the coolest clad motorhomes this olelongrooffan has every seen.

At first I thought it was an old school European Racecar Transporter but even when I realized it was merely a wrap, I was not disappointed in it.

The BMW fan that I am just giggled like a school girl when I saw that thing cruise on by.

I can only imagine the enjoyment its occupants get from all of the stares it must garner.

This olelongrooffan has never seen it around these here parts previously but I will never let the opportunity to see it again escape me.

And fittingly, seeing a C note costing sister car pass on by my perch was enough to let this olelongrooffan know it was time to pack it up and head on back to The Garage.

As I was getting out of my rusty, material worn, long ago acquired beach chair the bottom of it ripped thus ending its usefulness to this olelongrooffan. I merely left it near that sign and red trash can situated next to my olebeaterpickemup truck and motored my way out through the 53 year old tunnel opposite the tunnel these folks were going through and made it back to The Garage without a hitch.

Stay tuned for next time around.

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