Ahh... remember the good old days when you just showed up with your car, they gave you a number, and you took off from the Red Ball garage in the middle of N.Y. on a Sunday, and you were on your own until you made it to L.A.
Even without all the big shindigs planned across the country, there was still enough action to make several movies, and fill up a lot of pages of Car & Driver Magazine.
Now it sounds like it's nothing more than a bunch of rich Frat boyz getting together and throwing themselves a Nation Wide Beer Blast/Back Slappin Party.