Hadn't thought about that, Brent....
I would be a major threat in that race insofar as I can personally drive tank to tank without stopping (530 miles in my sedan). Passengers commence clawing at the windows and calling for the Staties shortly after quarter tanks elapse.
A warning to anyone with incontinence: Don't road trip with me!
Road trip story time-
About a decade ago, took some pals to Mexico for a bird hunting trip. They were from Atlanta, me and my local pal flew from Richmond to meet them in Dallas. As boys do, we ended up in a bar awaiting a flight and missed the connection... So, with a limited trip schedule and international permits, only good option was to drive (535 miles). Being a good host, I grabbed a rental car which due to our baggage and 4 adults needed to be a minivan.
As we pulled from the airport without baggage stuffed in, guest #1 and #2 from Atlanta spied a beverage store. Told them to stock up as I wasn't stopping but for petrol... They return with 2 cases of Heineken and a styro cooler filled with ice. So for the next 7 hours (doesn't seem to be a spped limit going south through Texas thankfully) I am flying very low with the speedo buried, 2 feet pressed onto the pedal, and these galoots in the back drinking up a storm. Problem is, drinking that much generally produces the need to expel some liquid. Remember, I don't stop...
So there we are, 4 grown men reliving our University days as best we can, misbehaving in public, traveling with bags for hunting (firearms safely locked away) and me stone cold sober but pushing. Despite their unrelenting cries for mercy, I would not stop. So, being a minivan, they decided they didn't need to travel with a door closed, and realized that it made for quite a convenient evacuation panel.
I don't care how badly you have to Pee. You don't have enough flow to prevent it from flying back inside a car moving over 100 MPH and spraying your mate seated beside you... (No worries, the van
was a rental). So after the hammerheads deciphered how to NOT drown in each other's urine, they quite happily drank away, refilling the beer at the gas station.
By the time we arrived in Brownsville, the van was running on 4 tires ballooned in pressure, smoke emanating from every hose, wheel hub, and the exhaust was cherry red. Not to mention the odor from the back of the cargo area...
Moral of the story: make your connection THEN get drunk, lest you road trip with me...