Soapocalypse

Another great photo

2009-10-10T13:20:00.001-07:00

2009-09-29T00:28:00.000-07:00

http://laist.com/2009/09/28/2009_red_bull_soapbox_race.php?gallery0Pic=14#gallery

"The day's most cringe-worthy crash came from a team aptly named Apocalypse. Tomas Pais had never raced anything before in his life. The tall, lanky driver wore boots and a tattered outfit that might have come straight from Mad Max's wardrobe. He topped it with goggles and a mask adequate for spray painting in a sandstorm. Perhaps that's how they decorated the car, which fit his gritty garb. The chassis wasn't much more than a shopping cart welded to an office chair. The original designs called for gun turrets and a skull fastened to the hood. Instead, he just got an old leather shoe serving as the brake pad.

He was clocked at 40 m.p.h. before his front wheels hit the berm -- and a hay bale. Pais' tail spun counterclockwise until he was pointing backward on the course. He hadn't lost much momentum, but his back wheels, now in front, locked up. The car didn't need horsepower to give him a lesson in torque. Unable to go forward, the front end shot up. Including his body, over 300-pounds of man and metal were violently pivoting around his head.

Pais couldn't remember exactly when his jaw dislocated, but it was sometime after his feet flew past his face -- which slammed into the metal berm. He bounced. The car bounced on him. Nobody else moved except for emergency crews, fans growing silent and wondering if Apocalypse had met his end.

Underneath the car, Pais only felt disappointment. Up to that point, he was making one of the day's fastest runs.

"Are you alright?" called out one of the race crew members as they lifted the car.

It wouldn't sound right the first time he answered. "My jaw!" mumbled Pais. He couldn't close it. He tried to say it again. "My jaw!" As he finished the second attempt, it clicked back into place. Pais got back in his car and continued toward the finish line."

(Excerpt from above linked article)

2009-09-29T00:12:00.000-07:00

Norton Kilowatt

Xordana Crow

Great article!!

2009-09-28T22:00:00.000-07:00

http://laist.com/2009/09/28/2009_red_bull_soapbox_race.php

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2009-09-28T12:13:00.001-07:00

2009-09-28T12:09:00.000-07:00

Upon my return from the future, I did not foresee the high speeds at which I would be entering the berm. Thank goodness for the vocal mask implant, it prevented some serious carnage.

Red Bull Gives You…Soapbox Racing!

2009-09-23T19:37:00.000-07:00

Red Bull Gives You…Soapbox Racing!

2009-09-22T14:05:00.000-07:00

COME SATURDAY...
RIDE THE SUBWAY!
or your bike.

Metro Red line
get off at Pershing Square.

If you need any more information click on the Red Bull icon to the right of this page.

2009-09-20T17:21:00.001-07:00

2009-09-19T21:22:00.000-07:00

2009-09-16T11:59:00.000-07:00

2009-09-11T15:47:00.000-07:00

What they have written about us

2009-09-08T14:06:00.000-07:00

TEAM NAME: Apocalypse

GARAGE HEADQUARTERS: Lancaster, CA

DRIVER: Zantor Whipple

MECHANICS: Xordana Crow, Professor Heinz57, Norton Kilowatt, Colonel Sanders

NUTS AND BOLTS: People of Earth, Team Apocalypse has a message for you: Spokesperson Zantor Whipple intones gravely, “On September 26, 2009, a young scientist will unleash a deadly virus in downtown Los Angeles. This catastrophic event will lead to a massive outbreak of disease, the corporate takeover of the American government, and the downfall of civilization.” Then, proving that he’s not a total buzz-kill, the odd-looking explorer adds helpfully, “We are here to thwart that scientist.”

Zantor and his associates Xordana Crow, Professor Heinz57, Norton Kilowatt, and Colonel Sanders have time-traveled here from 285 years into our future, where the natural environment has been eradicated and a thick layer of toxic gases envelops the planet. In fact, Zantor relates that it’s lucky the evil scientist is planning to make his move in L.A. – our rescuers from the year 2294 aren’t accustomed to oxygenated air, and the smog-rich Los Angeles basin is one of the few places on today’s Earth where they can survive. The group has set up a remote base camp in Lancaster, where they are constructing a soapbox racer composed of detritus from our own era. “The original purposes of most of the items we’re using are unknown to us, but should be familiar to you; and our historians will be eager for any knowledge we can bring back with us,” Zantor states, inspecting a rusty shopping cart with a quizzical expression. Be sure to help them out, Soapbox spectators – after all, they’re here to save the world!

2009-09-07T04:52:00.001-07:00

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=106518812164&ref=mf#/event.php?eid=106518812164

More details about the day it all happens.

Zantor

2009-09-05T03:56:00.000-07:00

We have entered the Red Bull Soapbox race. This will give us a better chance of completing our mission.
வி ஹவே என்டேறேது தி ரெட் புல் சொஅப்போக்ஸ் ரேஸ். திஸ் வில் கிவ் உச எ பெட்டெர் சான்ஸ் ஒப் கோம்ப்லேடிங் ஒஉர் மிஷன்.
वे हवे एन्तेरेड थे रेड बुल सोअप्बोक्स रस. थिस विल गिवे उस अ बेत्टर चांस ऑफ़ कोम्प्लेतिंग ओउर मिशन.

Please see below:

http://www.redbullsoapboxusa.com/LosAngeles-2009/teams-Apocalypse.aspx

Zantor

OUR ONLY PROOF

2009-09-04T19:32:00.000-07:00

HELP US FIND THIS MAN
हेल्प उस फंड थिस मन
ஹெல்ப் உச பிந்து திஸ் மண்

2009-09-04T19:20:00.001-07:00

2009-09-04T19:16:00.000-07:00

Colonel Sanders
கோலோநேல் சண்டேர்ஸ்
कोलोनेल संदेर्स

2009-09-04T19:13:00.000-07:00

ज़न्टर व्हिप्प्ले
ழஅன்டோர் வ்திப்ப்லே
Zantor Whipple

2009-09-04T18:46:00.000-07:00

2009-08-22T17:53:00.000-07:00

My home.