So Thursday was pretty cool. I got to meet up with pretty much everyone, Talk to Joe and Ant. Have Robo call me a **** piker or something to that effect which Nicky later explained was "a term of endearment" and I got to talk a little with a few of the guys from Nexus. Great group of guys. Failed to find Baca or TeeJay.
I ate at this little Surfer shack place (the name escapes me) on PCH at second. With a couple of guys from Hundredth Monkey (the only team to sport a pump player) DO NOT get the steak sandwich. Damn it tasted good, but more on that later. I thought about sneaking into the captains meeting. Didn't. Started driving the Hour North along PCH home to Santa Monica and my frigging oil light came on. Had to stop at pep boys and put two quarts of oil in the thing. My bad there. So I get home more than a little later. Thank god for Car CD players.
Remember that steak sandwich? Yeah well less than 2 hours after eating it, I was feeling the food poisoning and less than 2 hours after that I was praying to the porcelain gods ... So getting up early Friday to drive down to HB just to hang out was out of the question. I heard the guys who got burgers were fine though. To make my life even worse I couldn't get out of working Friday night or Saturday morning until 12:30.
So I'm set to drive out to HB and then Pomona on Saturday afternoon, but I need to go pick up some film before I get on the road. Long Story short I get about 2 miles from my house when I have this belt shred in my engine. It's that one that runs off of the radiator fan and controls the alternator and some how or another the power steering. Getting home wasn't easy and my mechanic is closed 'till Monday.
So I have no way of getting Joe my photos from Vegas and other past photos to prove to him that I can actually take pictures reasonably well so that I can be ensured the spot of covering all the pan am series events next year. And (more importantly) I have no way of getting to Pomona to visit with Jen and Jess The Smart Parts Twins ....
Ok, I'm done. Thanks for listening.
-Micah
I ate at this little Surfer shack place (the name escapes me) on PCH at second. With a couple of guys from Hundredth Monkey (the only team to sport a pump player) DO NOT get the steak sandwich. Damn it tasted good, but more on that later. I thought about sneaking into the captains meeting. Didn't. Started driving the Hour North along PCH home to Santa Monica and my frigging oil light came on. Had to stop at pep boys and put two quarts of oil in the thing. My bad there. So I get home more than a little later. Thank god for Car CD players.
Remember that steak sandwich? Yeah well less than 2 hours after eating it, I was feeling the food poisoning and less than 2 hours after that I was praying to the porcelain gods ... So getting up early Friday to drive down to HB just to hang out was out of the question. I heard the guys who got burgers were fine though. To make my life even worse I couldn't get out of working Friday night or Saturday morning until 12:30.
So I'm set to drive out to HB and then Pomona on Saturday afternoon, but I need to go pick up some film before I get on the road. Long Story short I get about 2 miles from my house when I have this belt shred in my engine. It's that one that runs off of the radiator fan and controls the alternator and some how or another the power steering. Getting home wasn't easy and my mechanic is closed 'till Monday.
So I have no way of getting Joe my photos from Vegas and other past photos to prove to him that I can actually take pictures reasonably well so that I can be ensured the spot of covering all the pan am series events next year. And (more importantly) I have no way of getting to Pomona to visit with Jen and Jess The Smart Parts Twins ....
Ok, I'm done. Thanks for listening.
-Micah