Day 3: Salt Lake to Aspen
We had to be up at 7:30 am to leave Salt Lake and we woke up to a very rainy morning. Today was the Fat Elvis suit. These pictures are pretty classic once Kern posts them. This was the fat, bloated Elvis stage – our costume looked similar to yesterday’s white sparkly jumpsuit but there as a little extra bell portion. (Taking up even more space in our tiny lotus).
The local ABC camera guy was out and I he interviewed me. I don’t I had anything brilliant to say in the morning so I don’t know if they put me in. Kern went to go fill up our tank because we cruised in on fumes into Salt Lake. I kept waiting…waiting…waiting…
We were getting a police escort that morning and since we missed the first on day #1 – I was hoping we get into this one. No dice. Everybody pulled out and 2 minutes Kern appeared in our bright green Lotus. Oh well, at least we’re consistent. We missed a turn off for the highway so didn’t catch up for anyone for a bit.
Most of the morning drive we were alone until we found a small pack of Ferraris and Porsches to run with. By this time we were getting pretty familar with the Lotus and we pushed it to the max. The car topped out at 125 mph. Our check-point was a small airport in Colorado. Most of us went up in little single engine planes to explore the canyons and moutains around the area. Pretty darn cool and you’ll see it on video.
We got into Aspen around 6pm so we had enough time to change and hit the hot tub for some drinks. This was definitely a rolling party from town-to-town and anybody unlucky enough to be staying the Sky hotel in Aspen this night – my apologies. The regular guests were scared to go into the pool or hot tub and barely would sit in the pool deck area for fear of a flying beer or person landing on them.
The town of Aspen is very cool. I would definitely like to go back there – maybe for a ski trip. About 10 of us ended up going to dinner in just robes and flip flops. We have these cool zebra, leopard and giraffee robes inside our hotel and we all decided to wear those out. After a couple bottles of champagne and bordeux we went back to the hotel to get ready for the party that night. I was not going to wear just a robe and I figured I’d shower and put on something decent. Nope. We had gone down to lobby area to hang out and gather everyone up. Well Kern decides we’re good to go as is so I didn’t have my ID or any money whatsoever. Just a room key. We decided to borrow a bellman’s cart and take one of the girls driving a Lotus down in the cart.
They were checking everybody’s ID# to get into the door and I was getting worried they wouldn’t let me in. When I got to the front – I just said I was with the Players Run and they let me right now. No ID. No nothing. Other guys took care of drinks all night and I finally called it quits at 4am. Kern stayed out in the pool area with some of the other guys who wouldn’t go to bed.