Clay Bush, identifiable by his thick black Elvis Costello style glasses, is our resident hot petrol head. If left unattended, he will quickly turn your front lawn into a yard sale of broken bike and car parts. Not to be trusted with a can of spray paint, the Green Cartoon Hammer, a watermelon, your email address, and his middle finger. Clay likes to draw attention when driving. He chooses to do burn outs in his truck at inappropriate times and rides his motorcycle like an epileptic. He has an opinion for everything especially all the work he didn't do on the car. When it comes to racing, he is green / yellow color blind and suffers from serious bouts of potty mouth. His primary racing qualification is that he watches way too much NASCAR but actually can drive as long as he wears mittens.

Antonia Salm, zee prinzessin of Beachvood Canyon (but iz never zer) recently announced her engagement to Ralph Nader. Her primary racing qualification is that she drives her panzer (a beaten on Audi Allroad 4.2) like her ass is on fire. She spends the majority of her time missing in action but insists she is not a flake. She is the matron of the infamous Peasants’ Manor (but iz never zer) and has an affinity for Patron and sharks. She is a suspect in the death of legendary shark fisherman, Frank Mundus and was the last person to interview him before his death (true story, at least the last part is). For your own safety, it is advisable not to disparage sharks in her presence. On the track, she occasionally performs a Crazy Ivan by turning 180 degrees to see who is behind her and has been known on at least one occassion to take "alternate routes" around the track.

Mike Ohsann, self-confessed wrench addict. His backyard looks like a place where cars go to die but his garage contains more tools than an Orange County night club on July 4th weekend. Unlike the rest of the team, Mike is more likely to fix something than break it. His roommates have given up trying to counsel him on his dumpster diving habit. Mike has no less than 8 broken cars including a VW once driven by the Third Reich and a gutted Porsche that functions only as a shelter for numerous black widow spiders. He has a new found appreciation for pickled pigs feet and okra. And like Clay, he also occasionally suffers from green / yellow color blindness on the track. Mike enjoys spooning when nestled three deep in an RV bed on cold desert nights.

Ian Wood, aka Captain Eenis Woodnuts, consultant turned hack mechanic / shark enthusiast. He learned to drive fast when he was chased and shot at in a high speed pursuit through a sleepy Long Island town in 1988. After years of therapy, Ian still drives like he’s being chased by gun wielding lunatics but this time he's chasing them throughout the streets of Hollywood (true story). He has a delusional notion that he can race cars even though he only just barely passed the California Driving Test. He considers all of Los Angeles his personal test track and gets very annoyed when other drivers interfere with his speeding. His primary racing credentials consist of putting a brand new Ford RS Cosworth into the bushes twice in one day in the English countryside. That and making every one of his girlfriends cry because of his driving. He eats nothing but nuts and Starbucks muffins.

Manhattan Perry, the manorexic hipster, dresses like a skinhead truck driver and eats nothing but Progresso soup. He is the last person alive to still smoke unfiltered Lucky cigarettes. Manhattan thinks he is God's Gift to Women and a Chick Magnet, however most know him as "The Big Maybe" because he's never RSVP'd to anything in his entire life. He wears leather biking jackets in 110 degree desert heat while consuming absinthe from a flask. As an apparel industry insider, he will want to closely examine your girlfriend’s ass if she’s wearing jeans. He enjoys swimming in his jeans and is the largest private shareholder of Tecate beer. His primary racing qualification is that he kicks ass at Super Mario Kart. His dog is wanted for murder. He prefers to sit on cars rather than in them. He is guilty in conceiving the idea that became Team VIP during a brain hemorrhage in the desert and finally made his track debut this Spring.

Josh Marcuson, the tree monkey, spends most of his time 80 feet above the ground hanging from a thin strap and thus sees little risk in car racing.  He doesn't drink which is why the rest of the team has a hard time trusting him. He prefers to stand on the seat of his motorcycle rather than sitting on it. He has said unofficially that he plans to divorce his wife and marry his new BMW motorcycle. Josh has a delusional belief that he can get things done more efficiently because he is British. He is the inventor of the "All You Can Eat" diet which involves working for his tree management company 5 days a week. So far, no one has signed up.