If you’ve been following MaydayGarage for a few years, then you know Mayday’s earliest beginnings started off as a caravan to Austin dubbed The Mayday Capital Run. It was originally conceived and planned by our very own JohnP as a way to build a small knit group of people that just want to cruise as a pack. The first few were so successful, we now have a following that travel with us every time we have one of these runs.
This time around, we assembled a run that would span from Houston to Ft. Worth, a trek that would last roughly five hours including two notable stops. I don’t know what it is, but when John picked me up in Greg Lilly’s C63 AMG, I had this sick feeling the turnout wouldn’t be good because we were leaving on a Friday morning, a weekday. But then again, I always expect the worst, so this is a normal occurrence for me.
When we finally showed up at 9am, there was already a small group of cars waiting for us, and as the minutes swept past, the cars started to roll in one after another. Soon we had a caravan just a hair under forty cars, all dumped and modified, all itching to get on the road to have some fun. Waivers were signed (we aren’t responsible for shit!), maps given out in case one were to get lost, and the special edition Lonestar Run stickers were personally hand given to each driver that was more of a badge of honor to others that they participated in one of the most epic cruises across Texas ever.
As John was piloting Greg’s C63, we had all broken up into smaller teams to cover the run. Mikey hitched a ride with Mike from Team Opulence in his super slammed MazdaSpeed 3, Khiem rode shotgun in Danh’s E36 M3, and I myself rode in Greg Lilly’s other car, the matte green STi. As the three of us tried to get as many shots of the cars as possible, I felt bad for kneeling on Greg’s super expensive carbon kevlar Bride seats as I was hanging out of the window.
When we pulled into our first official stop in a town called Madisonville, it was a first time for some of our followers, but for many, stopping into Buc-ee’s is a must on any trip to Dallas/Ft. Worth. Buc-ee’s is actually known for two things, their fast food served at an enormous food bar and their toilets. Toilets?? Yeah, if you’ve ever been, the toilets are not what you’d expect from any other “gas station”, because they’re actually clean, something the owners of Buc-ee’s know all too well. The stop gave everyone a chance to stretch their legs, fill up on gas, and grab a snack, as well as talk about how the run was going. Buc-ee’s is a huge place, but that didn’t stop us from overtaking the facility in our modified rides. People would drive by and gawk, point, and I even had one lady in a huge truck ask me if Buc-ee’s was having some sort of car show. I told her we were running from the rice patrol and left it at that.
I’m sure you guys have already seen the previous post about Mikey mooning John, and rest assured he was the only person to my knowledge that broke cardinal rule #3, but much fun was to be had during the trip. A highlight for me was while riding shotgun in Greg’s STi, John had pulled up beside us in Greg’s other car, rolled down his window, and asked, “Hey Greg, do you want to race your own car?” Of course, you already know what happened. The STi is no slouch, but the C63 was no joke either as it started to pull past us, I couldn’t help but giggle. This is what the Lonestar Run was all about, having a blast.
Our last stop was a first for many it seems. In-N-Out burger is one of those places you either love or hate. I’ve been many times on the West Coast, and I already knew what I wanted. Double Double, animal style, with cheese fries and a coke. Yes, it’s terrible for your health, and I don’t normally eat fast food, but seeing as the only In-N-Outs in Texas are all in the Ft. Worth/Dallas areas (a total of nine), I’d have to make an exception to the rule. Unfortunately, some people don’t know about the “secret” menu, and the endless types of ways you can customize your burger, and for a lot of these people, they thought In-N-Out was meh. Understandable. Of course, our Mayday runners took over the entire parking lot and we completely raided the place. I had the chance to introduce myself to a few of our fellow runners and got to know them on a more personal basis, and it was at this point I realized that our crew goes above and beyond when it comes to shooting cars on the highway. Multiple people told me I was crazy for hanging out of Greg’s car with my camera in only one hand with absolutely no strap, and the same went for Khiem and Mikey. What can we say? We pretend to know what we’re doing…
As we parted ways after chowing down on my double double, the camera nerd in me spotted a camera shop across the street and we all piled in and checked out their gear. I ended up picking up a 14-24mm 2.8 lens to use for Wek’Fest and looking back at it now, I may have overused it, but it was fun. We finally checked into our hotel just a few miles away from the convention center, and charged our batteries for the next day. I won’t say what we did that night before Wek’Fest, but just know that if any of you guys ever hang out with us (anyone can) at any of these car events, be prepared to party and do the craziest things you never thought you’d do. You can start by coming to any of our future runs!
Tomorrow I will make the most epic post you’ve ever seen for our coverage of Wek’Fest. Get ready.