Armed with a year of experience working with the Honda Civic Si and a veteran team of drivers, RSR Motorsports hopes to start the GRAND-AM Continental Tire Sports Car Challenge season by doing something they have never done before: win at Daytona. What would be part of the celebration? Well there would be music for dancing from the Big Band which is sponsored by ITT Conglomerates. Of course, there would be food, party favors, and a chance to meet and greet other car lovers (and even lonely souls who had nowhere to go on New Year's eve).

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