October 01st, 2004 Amazing Journey

The insanity all began at Marble Arch in the middle of London. Rows of exotic cars lined up in front of the British monument. There were Ferraris, an Ascari, a TVR, and other assorted supercars. I was lucky enough to be driving a Morgan Aero 8 with my co-driver the infamous Alex Roy (of Polizei fame). Drivers were dressed in everything from a grey flannel suit to a CBGB’s t-shirt to my haute couture gown and Alex’s tux but no matter what we were wearing we were all eager to get on the road and experience what was ahead of us. Finally when it was time we grabbed a card with the information on the next checkpoint and we’re off. Racing through the streets of London we scared more than a few unwitting British drivers. We all arrived at the first ferry on time for our crossing to France. On board we met other drivers and shared stories about run-ins with the cops, talking the cops out of tickets or jail, outrunning the cops, well you get the idea. Once we landed it was time to get focused again. To Paris we go, the Paris Hilton to be exact (insert your own joke here). There’s barely time to get ready so a quick change of clothes and we’re off to Le Suite. We dine on seared Tuna and toast with lots of champagne. After dinner the models and Parisian A-listers come to join us for some dancing while Pete Tong and David Guletta spin for our pleasure.

After a night of serious partying morning doesn’t look too pretty. But we’ve got places to go so sleeping in is not an option. Barcelona is the next destination, a country away so a lot of ground needs to be covered. On the way Bullrun provides for us in style. For lunch we stop at a beautiful hillside chateaux. After a decadent meal served by a local French chef we’ve got the energy we need to carry on to Barcelona. Once at the hotel I had been looking forward to relaxing in their state of the art spa, but opted for sleep instead. With an early start again I was wishing for some more of that French coffee but alas Spanish will have to do. The goal today is to make it from Barcelona to Valencia for the ferry to Ibiza. The ferry waits for no man, or woman or car for that matter.

As on Bullrun things happen but you must deal with all situations in stride for you never know how it might work out. For us and a few other cars this is how the day went. First we were stopped for a half hour on the road while they cleared an accident, which put us a little behind. Then after a toll booth five cars were pulled over. Since we were already at the toll booth we were rolling along at five mph so we couldn’t figure out why they had stopped us. The police didn’t like the stickers and felt we were up to no good. Ok, so we were up to no good but they couldn’t prove it. In my best Spanish I tried to explain that we had not been speeding and the stickers had to do with a charity. They said they’d be happy to talk about it back at the station. Apparently in Spain proof has little meaning so instead of wasting precious time I just asked how much they wanted and we were on our way. We had missed the first ferry but a quick check showed the next ferry leaving shortly and the one after that wasn’t until midnight. So after we said we weren’t speeding we pushed the throttle to the floor and tested just how fast the Morgan could go. We pull the car onto the ferry and the doors close right behind us, there were only two cars that made it. When we land we realize we hadn’t received the card for the day since it was given out at the ferry. After Querying a few locals we pull into the hotel, but there’s no one there. The first ferry hit some waves and was re-routed to the other side of the island. After everything that went wrong that day, we made it to the hotel first.

It was an amazing journey, but now it was time for an amazing party. It was the closing night party in Ibiza where people from all over the world converge for the best party of the year. The Bullrunners relaxed behind velvet ropes of our own VIP area of space, the 5000-person superclub. After three days of hard driving and hard partying we all kicked back and shared stories of a rally well run and how we can’t wait to do it all again.