I watch as an ancient, bouncing, chuntering VW Beetle finally finds a way past the Hoonitron. It’d been closing in for a couple of laps, and not slowly. A lusty cheer goes up. The Hoonitron, Ken Block’s 4WD EV monster, continues to slither, whirr and wheelspin around, but it’s floundering in the deep, slushy snow. Should’ve borrowed the Corvette’s spiked tyres. They’re the evillest things I’ve seen in a long time. More studs and spikes than a punk reunion.
This is the F.A.T. Ice Race. There’s not really any racing going on. There would have been if the temperatures had stayed colder, but a few days ofand everyone’s having a great time. There’s a hot tub, bar and firepits. It’s après-ski with added cars.
