After spending most of your days embedded in the creative process, sometimes you just need to wreck something. That’s why there’s an obliterated 1996 Ford Thunderbird in our parking lot right now. It’s smashed up beyond recognition, courtesy of the 2015 Spicewood Destruction Derby. We’ll probably be asked to move it soon, and the request will probably include the word “eyesore”. But one man’s eyesore is another man’s trophy, so it’s staying for now.
Speaking of trophies, after all the mud settled (and we finally got that other guy off our hood), we somehow walked away with 3rd place. Not to mention some pretty great memories and some fine souvenirs. We’ve still got a few koozies, shop rags and tees for sale here.