Silverstone MotoGP Meetup 2011
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I wonder how many other International forums there are out there that have evolved from meer cyber to actual reality like powerslide has. It's a very interesting social experiment that people from all over the world who are very different as people can meet and get on so well. Long may it continue .
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I wonder how many other International forums there are out there that have evolved from meer cyber to actual reality like powerslide has. It's a very interesting social experiment that people from all over the world who are very different as people can meet and get on so well. Long may it continue .
I drove all the way from Aridzona to Cheeseland to enjoy a wonderful meetup at the Road America vintage races some while back. http://didnt.doit.wi...cc/bric/photos/ The folks are all from an on-line sim racing community. In the evening, we all crashed at Peter's place, ate brat's, drank beer, and did the lan-party sim racing thing. Brilliant! Give people a common interest and a little booze and strangers can get along quite well!
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Hi guys
It was most excellent meeting up with some of at silverstone this wk-end.
got home monday & slept for 20hrs
got the camping gear dried yesterday & just about to go to work now.
NO rest for the wicked eh,
Will post something substantial laters but gotta say what a great bunch of people you all are.
It was most excellent meeting up with some of at silverstone this wk-end.
got home monday & slept for 20hrs
got the camping gear dried yesterday & just about to go to work now.
NO rest for the wicked eh,
Will post something substantial laters but gotta say what a great bunch of people you all are.
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Alpha Setti 5
There is so much to say, and so many great people and events to acknowledge that collectively constituted this unforgettable weekend, and I will pay homage to it all over the next week. Unfortunately I've been a tad distracted tonight because I .... you not, half my conservatory has just collapsed!!!
I guess we partied too hard on Saturday night
The chef's special getting the last word in!
But seriously hope you get it fixed ok.
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Living the dream in Scotland
Here's a bit o the adventures of Basspete last weekend.
Orkney to Silverstone in a nutshell!
Up at half 5 on Thursday to get the 2 busses fae Stromness to Kirkwall airport. 2 flights later, I arrived in Birmingham around midday. At the railway station I employed ma "be nice to the bar staff and they will charge your phone" tactic for the first time. 2 trains later, (the first one broke!) I was in Northampton. A couple of pints an a curry later, I was on the bus fae Northampton to Silverstone.
Back o 7, I was in Silverstone village, someone on a lesser motorsport forum had said the walk was about 15 minutes to the track. What can I say, whoever wrote that wasn't 43, and carrying a shitlaod o camping gear, and a weekends worth o cider and food. What seemed like 2 days later I had my tent pitched, and headed to watch the TT on the big screen wi a pint before headin back to ma tent.
Friday morning, bout 10 to 8, I got oot o ma tent, and threw some veggie sausages in a mess tin on ma stove. While waiting for this culinary delight to cook, I opened a tin o cider. Much to the disgust of the totally overequiped couple with the Audi estate nearby. The girl pointed me out to her husband and they shook thier heads dissaprovingly. Remember this pair, I've not finished offending them yet! Later on I met wi Arab an Willski for the first time. Hit it off straight away, a cracking pair o lads. Next step was to meet Lil Red Rocket to get all the tickets needed for the US contingent, again, really sound guy.
So we set off to meet Jum, Gator and Levi, to keep it interesting, I went for a pee an got lost. Meeting up with these guys was again a total blast. felt I'd known them for years. Especially my old sparring partner Jumkie! We then met Tom briefly, didn't really get a chance to talk, but was nice to meet up.
A few beers and practice later we were heading our seperate ways, Lil Red Rocket invited me to join him in the Suzuki hospitality (top guy or what!) but I went and crashed out in ma tent and slept through all his calls! Bugger!
SaturdayI went and watch free practice before meeting up with the crew again, now joined by the legend that is Austin. He was dissapointed I dont have red hair! Satrurday night we all headed to Arrabs to be joined by Chopper an Bonnie. What can I say, he's as subtle as a punch in the puss, an Bonnie has the patience o a saint! Top couple, great craic, great to meet up at last!
Cider and curry later, I crashed on Arrabs floor. Will demonstrated his compasionate and caring nature by deciding not to smother me for the Desmosedeici impressions coming from both ends.
Sunday, back to the track, I went to dump ma stuff back in ma tent so headed off on ma own. Hears a shout of "Pete Nicol!"and am greeted by a couple fae Dundee I know. Nuts! Then came a comedy moment the guys missed. I decided, with my human snail rucksack on to climb the banking at Club......I made it just about to the top, when I slipped on the wet grass, landed on my puss and slid back to the bottom. DOH! I did make it second time though!!!!
The racing was awesome, but the weather was ...... Being a regular at Knockhill, it was the norm for me, but our US pals were struggling. We said our goodbyes after the big race, I think we were all blown away with how the meet had gone. I made some great friends there, and hopefully we will meet again. Dont have a bad word about any o them. Arrab and Gator, your hospitality and generosity was absolutely amazing. It honestly felt like we'd all known each other for years.
So anyhoo, I slept for 12 hours Sunday night and woke up needin a piss. It was still raining outside, so I decided to use a plastic pint glass inside the tent rather than walk to the toilet block. Carefully pausing to pour the contents out the door of my tent without being seen. After finishing I decided to leave the tent to strech my legs. Who is standing staring at me but that lovely couple from Friday morning, Mr and Mrs Disgusted of Dagenham! They did not look happy at all!
I left the campsite at the back of 7 in the morning, and reversed Thursday's journey to be back at ma hoose aboot half 9 Monday night.
Happy?
Damn right, I'll be back next year, and hopefully make the Laguna trip in the next few years.
Oh aye, an let's no forget Rappers Delight on Saturday!
Cheers the noo
Pete the bass
Orkney to Silverstone in a nutshell!
Up at half 5 on Thursday to get the 2 busses fae Stromness to Kirkwall airport. 2 flights later, I arrived in Birmingham around midday. At the railway station I employed ma "be nice to the bar staff and they will charge your phone" tactic for the first time. 2 trains later, (the first one broke!) I was in Northampton. A couple of pints an a curry later, I was on the bus fae Northampton to Silverstone.
Back o 7, I was in Silverstone village, someone on a lesser motorsport forum had said the walk was about 15 minutes to the track. What can I say, whoever wrote that wasn't 43, and carrying a shitlaod o camping gear, and a weekends worth o cider and food. What seemed like 2 days later I had my tent pitched, and headed to watch the TT on the big screen wi a pint before headin back to ma tent.
Friday morning, bout 10 to 8, I got oot o ma tent, and threw some veggie sausages in a mess tin on ma stove. While waiting for this culinary delight to cook, I opened a tin o cider. Much to the disgust of the totally overequiped couple with the Audi estate nearby. The girl pointed me out to her husband and they shook thier heads dissaprovingly. Remember this pair, I've not finished offending them yet! Later on I met wi Arab an Willski for the first time. Hit it off straight away, a cracking pair o lads. Next step was to meet Lil Red Rocket to get all the tickets needed for the US contingent, again, really sound guy.
So we set off to meet Jum, Gator and Levi, to keep it interesting, I went for a pee an got lost. Meeting up with these guys was again a total blast. felt I'd known them for years. Especially my old sparring partner Jumkie! We then met Tom briefly, didn't really get a chance to talk, but was nice to meet up.
A few beers and practice later we were heading our seperate ways, Lil Red Rocket invited me to join him in the Suzuki hospitality (top guy or what!) but I went and crashed out in ma tent and slept through all his calls! Bugger!
SaturdayI went and watch free practice before meeting up with the crew again, now joined by the legend that is Austin. He was dissapointed I dont have red hair! Satrurday night we all headed to Arrabs to be joined by Chopper an Bonnie. What can I say, he's as subtle as a punch in the puss, an Bonnie has the patience o a saint! Top couple, great craic, great to meet up at last!
Cider and curry later, I crashed on Arrabs floor. Will demonstrated his compasionate and caring nature by deciding not to smother me for the Desmosedeici impressions coming from both ends.
Sunday, back to the track, I went to dump ma stuff back in ma tent so headed off on ma own. Hears a shout of "Pete Nicol!"and am greeted by a couple fae Dundee I know. Nuts! Then came a comedy moment the guys missed. I decided, with my human snail rucksack on to climb the banking at Club......I made it just about to the top, when I slipped on the wet grass, landed on my puss and slid back to the bottom. DOH! I did make it second time though!!!!
The racing was awesome, but the weather was ...... Being a regular at Knockhill, it was the norm for me, but our US pals were struggling. We said our goodbyes after the big race, I think we were all blown away with how the meet had gone. I made some great friends there, and hopefully we will meet again. Dont have a bad word about any o them. Arrab and Gator, your hospitality and generosity was absolutely amazing. It honestly felt like we'd all known each other for years.
So anyhoo, I slept for 12 hours Sunday night and woke up needin a piss. It was still raining outside, so I decided to use a plastic pint glass inside the tent rather than walk to the toilet block. Carefully pausing to pour the contents out the door of my tent without being seen. After finishing I decided to leave the tent to strech my legs. Who is standing staring at me but that lovely couple from Friday morning, Mr and Mrs Disgusted of Dagenham! They did not look happy at all!
I left the campsite at the back of 7 in the morning, and reversed Thursday's journey to be back at ma hoose aboot half 9 Monday night.
Happy?
Damn right, I'll be back next year, and hopefully make the Laguna trip in the next few years.
Oh aye, an let's no forget Rappers Delight on Saturday!
Cheers the noo
Pete the bass
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My ....... sides are hurting where i laughed so much
Man, I felt like I was in an episode o Father Ted! Funny as feck though to see thier faces!
Pete
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Your Mom's House
My computer crashed!!!! It didn't survive the travel. Trying to retrieve data, I'm in a panic. I had 250 gigs of my life on that computer, only about 100 gigs backed up before I left. I don't know what I'll do if its all lost. Other than that, I'm still in a glow from this weekend.
Zombie back at work, not because I'm tired, but because my mind is still at Silverstone!
Ok, another Lesson. (Its a bit out of order, I'll post Lesson #3 later, here is...)
Lesson #4: Sometime, you just can’t avoid some crap. Under no circumstance should you buy a cheeseburger at the Silverstone track (Levi suggests the entire country). Well, it looked basic enough at the hamburger stand. Plus, the fries that came with the combo had already been approved with raving reviews (seriously the “chips” were fantastic, probably the best .... at the track). The mystery meat on the grill and the yellow cheese melting on top appeared familiar enough. The reason we were at that stand to begin with was because we were to meet BassPete there, who had become separated (as we all learned Pete has an uncanny talent for getting lost at the circuit, I use the word “lost” loosely, as it was just a matter of surveying the near bars, at which you had a 99% chance of finding him in line for a refill). So we’re behind the Becketts stands and we had just walked around ¾ of the circuit, which translates into about 10 miles (as we learned the day prior searching for the needle in the haystack, or as Brits like to call it, an ATM machine.) I had instructed Arrabi I wanted to be sure we had seen every angle and vantage point of the track known to man, which from one hopelessly addicted fan to another, this was greatly appreciated; but also made for a growling appetite. “I’ll have a cheeseburger and fries please.” I’ve said this sentence thousands of times in my lifetime, never with any memorable consequence. The oversized girl with a stupid looking white hat hands me the “chips” and cheeseburger. I pop a hand full of fries into my mouth, and I’m thinking, oh hell yeah, time to grub. I follow it up by the biggest bite I could summon on the cheeseburger. As the mystery meat starts to make my taste buds synapse, the message to my brain must have gone the opposite side of my brain of the fries message. Uhm, I protest to the boys sitting at the picnic table, “this isn’t very good”. I have an idea, so I pile on catch-up, both types of mustard, some brown .... in a bottle, and salt. Take another bite, again, damn, this doesn’t even taste like beef. I reluctantly polish off as much as I can stand from the burger, as I tried to overcome the hunger pains, we then made our way to the grandstands, as qualifying was about to start. We go up to Becketts bleachers, and what had been California looking day went artic cold. Wtf is up with the weather? We had sat under the cover in the stands, but I start to get the shakes. I’m thinking, geez, its cold, but my body shivering is a bit much. I convince the boys to move into the part of the stands where there was partial sunshine. But I’m still shivering, the taste in my mouth is foul, say, imagine you just ate road kill. My stomach starts to go whack. I start counting down the minutes to the end of qual. We go down the stairs and I tell the boys, “yo, wait here please, I need to make a toilet deposit.” .... me, the ten thousand people that came down from the stands are now in two big lines for the restroom. Think back to a time where you were in line (or as Brits like to say, “queue”) for the restroom, and you had to go real bad, its like your mind decides, ok, if you can hold it until you get to the front of the line, your brain then fires off the message to your colon, NOW is the time… RELEASE! Which means you have 3 more seconds to get the toilet stall. Well, I did everything possible to hold it, when I finally get inside the door, all I see is a big urinal trough! I start to visibly panic, holy ...., were are the shitters, the thought becomes a verbal outburst, I yell out, “Hey, were the .... are the shitters, the toilets??? …a dude looks at me and reply, “That’s the other line mate.” WTF! I push the dude behind me outta my way, I run to the other line; by that time my brain has already fired off its prescribed message: RELEASE! The other “queue” is still deep. I try my best to interrupt the involuntary sequence to my colon that my brain has been fooled into prematurely sending. .......! What seemed like an eternity, I finally get into the stall. I sat down, knowing damn well, the damage had been done. The bowel movement started with a bang. If you’ve ever wondered how .... gets on the backside of a toilet at a public restroom, I now know. Everything I ate the previous 15 hours went straight though like the MotoGP bikes at Hanger Straight, including that ....... hamburger. Oh man, and did it emanate the foulest stench which would have made skunks protest. I hadn’t had the guts to admit it, as I didn’t want to deal with the embarrassment at the time. (But oddly enough, the virtual world is a peculiar medium, as we debated this dynamic later on at Arabbi’s house, and which I will talk about later). Notwithstanding, I’ll reveal here, the boxers I had taken to the track in the morning…well they never returned. All my efforts to interrupt the message to ‘release’ were mostly successful, but not entirely. Somewhere in a Silverstone trash can is very soiled .... stained underwear. I tired my best, but sometimes, you just can’t avoid some crap. Be careful what you eat in a foreign country. (Btw, Gator had a similar lesson, on our way to the track race day, while sitting in traffic. I’ll have him tell it).
Zombie back at work, not because I'm tired, but because my mind is still at Silverstone!
Ok, another Lesson. (Its a bit out of order, I'll post Lesson #3 later, here is...)
Lesson #4: Sometime, you just can’t avoid some crap. Under no circumstance should you buy a cheeseburger at the Silverstone track (Levi suggests the entire country). Well, it looked basic enough at the hamburger stand. Plus, the fries that came with the combo had already been approved with raving reviews (seriously the “chips” were fantastic, probably the best .... at the track). The mystery meat on the grill and the yellow cheese melting on top appeared familiar enough. The reason we were at that stand to begin with was because we were to meet BassPete there, who had become separated (as we all learned Pete has an uncanny talent for getting lost at the circuit, I use the word “lost” loosely, as it was just a matter of surveying the near bars, at which you had a 99% chance of finding him in line for a refill). So we’re behind the Becketts stands and we had just walked around ¾ of the circuit, which translates into about 10 miles (as we learned the day prior searching for the needle in the haystack, or as Brits like to call it, an ATM machine.) I had instructed Arrabi I wanted to be sure we had seen every angle and vantage point of the track known to man, which from one hopelessly addicted fan to another, this was greatly appreciated; but also made for a growling appetite. “I’ll have a cheeseburger and fries please.” I’ve said this sentence thousands of times in my lifetime, never with any memorable consequence. The oversized girl with a stupid looking white hat hands me the “chips” and cheeseburger. I pop a hand full of fries into my mouth, and I’m thinking, oh hell yeah, time to grub. I follow it up by the biggest bite I could summon on the cheeseburger. As the mystery meat starts to make my taste buds synapse, the message to my brain must have gone the opposite side of my brain of the fries message. Uhm, I protest to the boys sitting at the picnic table, “this isn’t very good”. I have an idea, so I pile on catch-up, both types of mustard, some brown .... in a bottle, and salt. Take another bite, again, damn, this doesn’t even taste like beef. I reluctantly polish off as much as I can stand from the burger, as I tried to overcome the hunger pains, we then made our way to the grandstands, as qualifying was about to start. We go up to Becketts bleachers, and what had been California looking day went artic cold. Wtf is up with the weather? We had sat under the cover in the stands, but I start to get the shakes. I’m thinking, geez, its cold, but my body shivering is a bit much. I convince the boys to move into the part of the stands where there was partial sunshine. But I’m still shivering, the taste in my mouth is foul, say, imagine you just ate road kill. My stomach starts to go whack. I start counting down the minutes to the end of qual. We go down the stairs and I tell the boys, “yo, wait here please, I need to make a toilet deposit.” .... me, the ten thousand people that came down from the stands are now in two big lines for the restroom. Think back to a time where you were in line (or as Brits like to say, “queue”) for the restroom, and you had to go real bad, its like your mind decides, ok, if you can hold it until you get to the front of the line, your brain then fires off the message to your colon, NOW is the time… RELEASE! Which means you have 3 more seconds to get the toilet stall. Well, I did everything possible to hold it, when I finally get inside the door, all I see is a big urinal trough! I start to visibly panic, holy ...., were are the shitters, the thought becomes a verbal outburst, I yell out, “Hey, were the .... are the shitters, the toilets??? …a dude looks at me and reply, “That’s the other line mate.” WTF! I push the dude behind me outta my way, I run to the other line; by that time my brain has already fired off its prescribed message: RELEASE! The other “queue” is still deep. I try my best to interrupt the involuntary sequence to my colon that my brain has been fooled into prematurely sending. .......! What seemed like an eternity, I finally get into the stall. I sat down, knowing damn well, the damage had been done. The bowel movement started with a bang. If you’ve ever wondered how .... gets on the backside of a toilet at a public restroom, I now know. Everything I ate the previous 15 hours went straight though like the MotoGP bikes at Hanger Straight, including that ....... hamburger. Oh man, and did it emanate the foulest stench which would have made skunks protest. I hadn’t had the guts to admit it, as I didn’t want to deal with the embarrassment at the time. (But oddly enough, the virtual world is a peculiar medium, as we debated this dynamic later on at Arabbi’s house, and which I will talk about later). Notwithstanding, I’ll reveal here, the boxers I had taken to the track in the morning…well they never returned. All my efforts to interrupt the message to ‘release’ were mostly successful, but not entirely. Somewhere in a Silverstone trash can is very soiled .... stained underwear. I tired my best, but sometimes, you just can’t avoid some crap. Be careful what you eat in a foreign country. (Btw, Gator had a similar lesson, on our way to the track race day, while sitting in traffic. I’ll have him tell it).
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Some scary weirdo turned up at Arrabiata's on Saturday night.
Holy crap! Its Charles Bronson!!!!!,!!
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I know !!! I was gonna post this pic as well and say....One of these men is a raving lunatic...The other is Charles Bronson
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I know !!! I was gonna post this pic as well and say....One of these men is a raving lunatic...The other is Charles Bronson
Would you invite this man into your home?
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Tennessee
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Some scary weirdo turned up at Arrabiata's on Saturday night.
Uncle Fester with a goatee
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You would / did if he had a bag full of beers and a bottle of woods
You didn't let the side down Charles...Sorry I mean Rog
