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| We didn't even need to valet the car! |
I already got shit for cutting all lines for making friends easily, but I do have to mention these guys.
I'm quite sure he let me park in their stand just to keep me from bitching about the hot asphalt in their tent all day, but it was an act of kindness anyway. They also choose to use their extra ticket on me because the whole world near me was sick of listening rammstein.
In car world I've met my fair share of arses, these and only a handful of others I would recommend to a friend, mainly because I have their phone numbers so I can kill them if they are assess. Naturally I forgot the company's name before writing this, but anyway, nice blokes.
In we went, fun we had. I met the founder who was an extremely nice bloke, so nice in fact that I promised him I would not come over to his forum and ruin that too for all users.
It's funny when real life and internet lives collide. I met a lot of familiar people behind the avatars, I got to hang out with my best friend on this continental, the modder kids who have zero style or taste but compensate with love towards their projects, it all was there. As an event, I would go again. It's fun in good spirit, and except one company, even the models used were within good taste.
To me, the main event was to get to meet our very own Mr BC, Mrs BC and the man I really need to suck up more to, Mr BC's brother.
None of the ssott outsiders know who these are, but BC whips ours arsess all the time for whining. I've tried to picture the couple often but the reality was far better.
first of all genuine people a rarity, those two have that. Second of all, they are hilarious. Since mr BC and I have similar interest in work (in my case hobby field) field, I've always pictured him as an male version of me: Blonde, past sell by date and quite dull. Wrong in all. Mrs BC was the only person in the damn place who shared their water with others on that exhausting, hot day, and that tells something about her.
our meet got cut short since I had gotten a nasty cut in my leg, and a golf cart happened to drive by. I made my bestie flash his tits and a ride we got (not really, I asked the man to help me out and he was kind enough to do that for me, my version is just better than the one told in bimmerpost).
Gentlemen, I won a trophy! I was the person who showed up from the longest distance, even if I didn't do the journey for the event. Sadly when they gave those I was already hunting for chicken wings again, but Mr BC had taken the time to go fetch it for me.
He quoted the conversation had in the bimmerpost, so I'll just paste this here.
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This was me picking up her trophy:
Me: "Anna asks me to grab her trophy for her!"
Awards guy: "Can you describe her to me because I met her earlier?"
Me: "Blonde, from Finland, barefoot, batshit crazy!"
Awards guy: "Here you go!"
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I'm happy to report BC is an excellent photographer too, so this shot is dedicated to the man who tailgated me for a hundred miles until he "accidentally" ran into the back of a truck. He had something to say about a pussy to me when he pulled next to me, so this is a fitting picture.
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| I doubt I'll live this down in a while... |
All in all, to have crazy people like you all in my life makes my vacations just so much better. To all you I met (and probably bitched about my led's) thank you! It seems to be my only conversation topic atm. Our crew has a great attitude, we even let men hang out with us!
Since my photography skills have been questioned quite often, as often as me being a 48 year old man who doesn't shower has been, this is my photo feed from the F8x generation, I admit some cheating was involved.
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| MW F82, the color matches, so we just call it that and not look too closely. |
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| Mr BC black F82. |
all I all, NJ is a stupid place to go. The best thing about it is that the people there are great fun. Thank you for not taking my license officer Tom. ;)
Anna
Fuck it, pics still not uploading, and I'm running out of time. I actually do have to drive today, the life back home is catching up again.
Oh, this...
I'm staying in a Hilton, and for the first time on my travels ever, I ran into problems last night.
I went outside to write this damn stupid blog, and since I've been in a different hotel and city for every night for over a week, I forgot my room number. I had no need for a wallet, so that was in my room too, so I had no ID when I went to the front desk to ask my room number.
I do realize they can't just hand over room numbers, but I had the key, I had the email confirming the reservation, I told the lady I had my passport in the car, and she was the first bad customer service person I've ever ran into.
When I mentioned this to the guy who came with me and checked my id that they truly should make a note of the case and I'm sure they will. Still, Ohio of all places I did not see this coming. :D
I'm sure she had a bad day, but in all my trips this was the first time I've ran into shit like this.
Since we M owners always complain about valets, try theirs. They are true car guys, and great blokes all around. I would've had a fit if not people like them in the staff.
All in all, tip of the day: In ohio, write your room number up. And valet. ;)
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