Being a participant in kinetic sculpture racing, as a pilot, crewmember or spectator is like being in a Fellini movie. It's like a consensual hallucination.

Everyone has permission to dress up and act out. House painters can be Kinetic Kops, uniformed police can wear pearls (pearls in daylight?) and a large woman or slight man can be crowned the Kinetic Queen. Almost anything goes as far as attire; Viking helmets, a cocktail dress as racing garb (but with sensible shoes), cave men in furs and Port Townsend's famous visiting tattooed man.