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Read this people. Jumkie has FIAT HOSPITALITY !!
....... hell compa !!
Looks like that rendezvous last month was the real thing Rog
I ......' love this..we just copped a message from CK - trust me this threads evolving into another epic very soon
Cali, never get drunk with a scouser about.
Not at Indy, saving money for Euro rounds. You owe me a shot, though, I've got it marked in my little black book o' booze.
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Twas the night before Indy and all through the track
Not a mechanic was stirring or programming their mac.
The tire warmers wer plugged into the wall with care.
In hopes that our boy Nick was soon reach parc fermer
The riders were nestled with umbrella girls in their beds.
Except for the Doctor who was giving Uccio Head.
Not a mechanic was stirring or programming their mac.
The tire warmers wer plugged into the wall with care.
In hopes that our boy Nick was soon reach parc fermer
The riders were nestled with umbrella girls in their beds.
Except for the Doctor who was giving Uccio Head.
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Looks like that rendezvous last month was the real thing Rog
I ......' love this..we just copped a message from CK - trust me this threads evolving into another epic very soon
Cali, never get drunk with a scouser about.
I must admit i was a bit sceptical but looks like it was the real deal , lucky .......
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Love the doctor coat. Why are your eyes blacked out. Are you ashamed you have now come over to the dark side ?
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So I made it to the race after all. I ran a weekend long bmx camp until early sunday afternoon. Luckily it was in northern Indiana however those snoody michiana people run on Chicago time as they call it. So that area of the state is a hour behind Indy even though they are in the same time zone. They really do take a lot of .... for that. But anyway I now have a two hour drive to indy to catch a race the starts in just over two hours. Wait add that hour because of them snooty think they are Chicagoans hoosier .......s. So I get on 65 south and put the foot to the floor. My mentality is .... it I either make it in time or good to jail trying. Mind you the police are not going to be to happy when they pull over the 100+ mph clam bake mobile, or maybe they will be. On a side note, how many of you have broken up sticky green with a pair of scissors while driving with your knee for an hour and thirty minutes straight at over a 100 mph? If you or your children happen to be commuting at that time down I-65 I do apologize. But it was worth it as when I pulled in it was obvious they weren't running yet as I didn't hear them. So know the race is going to start at any moment, I really dont know, and I still need to find a ticket.
I have a plan in place to get a ticket. Been thinking about it all weekend, and when Ben got on pole in knew I had to try. So I sharpened up my knife and loaded up the pistol. No, no just kidding. Okay so what Indy does to the homeowners of houses near IMS is they give the locals free tickets to every event that they have. Kind of a sorry for the noise thing plus there is plenty of room. The hurricane gp there was a old couple next to us who came for a little while just to eat lunch, and then they left. So my idea was to hang out by one of the main gates until I saw a little blue haired couple who looked like they wanted nothing to do with motorcycles walk out, and then I would follow them away from the gate and politely ask them for their ticket. Needless to say this plan worked within 5 minutes, and I was in.
One problem, although not that severe being I was in and the race had not started yet. I broke my cellphone last weekend and lost all my numbers. So I had no way to get a hold of jumkie. I thought about sending a FB message to Roger to tell him to have Jums call me. That seems to be his specialty, transatlantic help. When americans cant get .... together, give chopper a buzz. You should really start your own company. But I didn't. I figure I know where they are, I will try to flag them down which is exactly how we met last year same place in everything. only with the aid of cell phones. Otherwise I will attempt to get up there. Ain't no shame in my game. I see them in there nice air conditioned suite, but no way can get there attention. Even though I am the only one in the bleachers bellow the shade line from the upper deck. So now the race is going to start and I do not want to watch it from where I am. So know I have the choice of trying to sneak up to the paddock area or find a good seat. Like a true motogp fan (I am sure some of you love that) I found a good place to sit instead, the stands in the last corner. I can still see those powerslide ......., drinking it up eating food in the shade and a/c. While I bake and get baked in the blazing heat. I tried to find them after the race but was unable to do that either. I knew they were in the pit area I just had to sneak in there, but I had to far to walk-run and missed the cattle style entry to get in. It was to clear for me to run past the security. So I didn't get to see any psliders but I didn't miss the race, so all in all not to bad.
I have a plan in place to get a ticket. Been thinking about it all weekend, and when Ben got on pole in knew I had to try. So I sharpened up my knife and loaded up the pistol. No, no just kidding. Okay so what Indy does to the homeowners of houses near IMS is they give the locals free tickets to every event that they have. Kind of a sorry for the noise thing plus there is plenty of room. The hurricane gp there was a old couple next to us who came for a little while just to eat lunch, and then they left. So my idea was to hang out by one of the main gates until I saw a little blue haired couple who looked like they wanted nothing to do with motorcycles walk out, and then I would follow them away from the gate and politely ask them for their ticket. Needless to say this plan worked within 5 minutes, and I was in.
One problem, although not that severe being I was in and the race had not started yet. I broke my cellphone last weekend and lost all my numbers. So I had no way to get a hold of jumkie. I thought about sending a FB message to Roger to tell him to have Jums call me. That seems to be his specialty, transatlantic help. When americans cant get .... together, give chopper a buzz. You should really start your own company. But I didn't. I figure I know where they are, I will try to flag them down which is exactly how we met last year same place in everything. only with the aid of cell phones. Otherwise I will attempt to get up there. Ain't no shame in my game. I see them in there nice air conditioned suite, but no way can get there attention. Even though I am the only one in the bleachers bellow the shade line from the upper deck. So now the race is going to start and I do not want to watch it from where I am. So know I have the choice of trying to sneak up to the paddock area or find a good seat. Like a true motogp fan (I am sure some of you love that) I found a good place to sit instead, the stands in the last corner. I can still see those powerslide ......., drinking it up eating food in the shade and a/c. While I bake and get baked in the blazing heat. I tried to find them after the race but was unable to do that either. I knew they were in the pit area I just had to sneak in there, but I had to far to walk-run and missed the cattle style entry to get in. It was to clear for me to run past the security. So I didn't get to see any psliders but I didn't miss the race, so all in all not to bad.
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^^ at least you got to see the race bro. You should have pinged me on FB. i would have got message to jum.
Okay, I posted this in its own topic not realizing an Indy weekend topic was already created (due to haste for need of getting ready and leaving, but the laundry is finishing in the dryer so I'll move it to here). I'm sorry it's not a direct reply to anything stated above as I haven't had time to read it all yet but here it is. A story that definitely belongs in the Indy weekend tales....
Okay, hot off the press, a story for only powerslide.net. Why? Well, I professed months before that this would be my new home, and I stated to the great members of PS that I met in person at Laguna that I would be more active on the forum as time became available. So this is a story for you from my journey. It won't appear in my blog, my blog is read by many and is fairly PG. This is more M or maybe even R, hahah
As many of you following my blog already know, I am doing quite a bit of what is called "Couch Surfing". For those of you needing clarification, it is the act of being hosted by good people who will take you in and show you around their home town, show you the things only the locals get to know about, or the things that they are proud of, or sometimes, the things that they simply enjoy doing.
I have been so fortunate to have met some amazingly great people via this means of networking, as well as through powerslide, and as well through chance in conjunction with my willingness to leave my comfort zone and talk to complete strangers from time to time. Even met Frosty and Steeeeeve this weekend and thanked him for such a great forum.
So the story begins:
Before knowing how great jumkie and his dudes were, I had planned to just get a hostel in Indianapolis for Indy, ya know, keep it cheap, right? So when Jumkie said if need be I could crash with them and he had assumed that was my intention, I was again glad for his hospitality. But I already had this hostel booked, and had arranged to be shown around Indianapolis by what is known as a 'coffeehost', a couchhost who can't offer a place to stay aka a 'couch to surf', but would gladly show you around, take you out for coffee, or drinks, tell you what's what.
Well my awesome coffeehost took me out on the town with her friends and showed me a blast. However, she got wasted drunk, I felt some friction with the guys we had run into who clearly liked her company, and I went off on my own and met a fantastic local girl in a club called Rock and Lobster. or maybe it was Landsharks.. don't remember exactly.
When the girl decided I was worth bringing home (which didn't quite work out by the way), I had to reunite with my coffeehost to get my motorcycle helmet and shoulder bag from her car. She was WASTED... I believe out of jealousy personally... because she was now making out with Mr. Friction and had clearly drank several more in the course of a half hour.
Anyway, she gets introduced to my new friend, she plays nice, but the good bye is odd, and she's drunk as hell. That's enough of that story.
Jump ahead a day, I get a text "Hey, I didn't get to say a proper good bye to you so we should get together again". Fine by me, hell, I'm a dude, maybe this means something else? Or maybe it just means a friendly goodbye, which I'm still good with.
So after the Moto GP race (well done Mr. Spies by the way...) I head out for dinner with two good people from my hostel. I get a text "Hey, we're going to Vogue Theater to listen to a friend DJ, wanna meet up? Then I can say goodbye properly?" Well, I actually wanted to go home and blog my weekend for all the fine people, but, based on my laisse faire attitude of going with the flow for a lot of this trip (which works out really well or at least has so far), I stick around. I find out we're going to go downtown because people are partying after the Moto GP weekend. Sounds lame, everyone knows 'Motorcycles on Meridian' is no more, and everyone has gone home for the weekend, and it's sunday night. But apparently Sunday, liquor stores are closed in Indiana for religious reasons so people HAVE to go out to drink so it's gonna be hopping downtown.
The dj's pretty good. Turns out the dj community in indianapolis is quite tight and they all party with eachother and hang out all the time and invite eachother into this that and the other thing. in fact the night before this dude was partying with the red bull girls in the red bull tent area downtown. Well that sounds promising.. But I had seen them tear down Red Bull tent area in the morning so what could be up? not much probably. Oh well, whatever, one more late night among many.
We get downtown and there's no cars, no bikes, no people anywhere, it's dead, looking dismal. And we arrive at Blu, but we're going in the back to Hyde. Right, DJ, his friend Mr. Friction, and my coffeehost have driven away so fast they left us all behind. Us being me, my coffeehosts two girlfriends in one vehicle, and the manager to a Hooters and his 4 dudes in another vehicle. So we get there too late and we ain't getting in. We need some sort of access. Access on a sunday night? makes no sense. Sure it sounds loud inside of Hyde, but if it's anything like Blu the night before, it's gonna be .....
I approach the doorman, "dude, we're with the dj, can we please just go in?" "Sorry man, you need access"... We text my coffee host. Finally she comes out with a card, a pass of sorts.. it's dark grey.. it says on it "moto GP"... "what the .... "flashes through my head... What could this mean? She gets in her two girls.. Me and the dudes are stuck.. they walk off. Oh yeah, by this point i've non-chalantly walked around a pimped out escalade parked right outside the front door and have pulled my dong through my zipper and had a pisss while keep my hands in my pockets and looking at the architecture and sky to look as if I was doing anything BUT pissing.. or breaking into a luxury SUV. A cop rounds the street corner, I turn away.. finish, phew.. close one, walk away, tuck in, zip up, back to the line.
"Dude, c'mon, please I'm from Canada, I'm touring the continent on my motorcycle, can i please come in? I was with those girls, I was sposed to get in" "Sorry, I can't.." I text my coffee host. She replies "I have no pull, sorry...."
I look to the right, two fine looking pro girls (as in probably ho's) are with two little dudes, although ones got a fair bit of muscle. The other one, more slender, wearing really nice black hightops with red laces. I've seen these before... during an interview... at Speed stage.. with Yamaha... I look up.. this dude, with two hot ho's on him.. is none other than... Jorge Lorenzo.
dramatic pause
I .... you not. I step in, mind you I am not drunk, I've had a few but I take her pretty easy to save money as well as kidney cells, especially on a long trip like this with so much potential partying (ie: 80% of my nights) "Excuse me, you bare a strikng resemblance to a fellow named Hor-hay Lorentho" and I say it just like this and he nods and says 'thank you' or something, and the other guy begins to speak english, and it strikes me that this might be his friend and PA. Now I don't totally recall whether they say "It is him" but I doubt that, but I know it's him so I say "Dude, good race today... And by the way, I bought your underwear, they're ....... awesome. I got laid in them the first night I wore them" (that's a fib for dramatic purpose as well as to flatter him, it was actually a week later or so, lol) and he's sorta confused. Sure he takes english questions during interview but he's probably had a couple drinks and this is probably a little different from the usual conversation he has. And he reaches down, pulls his shirt up and shows his ginch to me, and I say "No no no.. laugh not D and G, YOUR underwear, number 99, with the x" as I point it out on mysyelf, and he's perplexed but his pal who is laughing his balls off translates, then Jorge laughs and shakes my hand. I guess he's glad his underwear has that impact on the confidence of his fans, as well as the ladies.
So I say "Can you guys help me get in?" and the PA says "In 5 minutes" So i wait. Then Jorge leaves with the two ho's and buddy goes inside and I miss him. I go back to the doorman "Please can I come in?" "okay fine". He lets me by. Nothing else to it. I waited maybe 15 minutes. However, I'm grateful, I give him a 20. I wanted to give him a 10 but I only had 20's on me, lol. He didn't expect it but he took it.
I walk in, the place is pounding, it's dark, good music plays, people are everywhere, mostly guys, mostly european. a few girls are around. I keep walking. Valentino Rossi is sitting at the bar with a couple girls and some dudes. "Vale, good race today" and I shake his hand. "thanks" he says but I can tell he's a little uneasy. This is not the paddock, this is their club, this is their chance to just be people and not get pestered by the fans. I can't push my boundary.
The fortunate thing is, being so new to the sport... and maybe having less of an appreciation to how incredible it is comparted to other people, I didn't get starstruck.. and it was really easy to just be natural and not get out of hand, to just be some guy saying "hey nice race", and I walked on, really, looking for chicks, I won't lie, lol.
I did notice later though that Vale moved to the roped off VIP area. Is it possible that I'd startled him? Maybe, maybe not, whatever.
I run into my coffee host, she's near the dj booth with her people. She's now so excited to see me and glad I got in. I hope she was being genuine. I know she wants her first reference on the couchsurfing network site so that she can get hosted all over europe in a couple weeks... she's relying on me having a good time. Either way, I say to her "Do you have any idea where you are right now? Two of the best racers in the world right now, one of which may be one of the best of all time are here just hanging out and I shook their hands..... this is incredible" "Coooool!" she says, lol... Well, either way, I look around a bit to see who else i recognize.
Jumkie, remember the older fellow, curly gray hair you questioned in the paddock? About his comments about casey stoner? That guy was there. I think I saw Pedrosa's PR lady, the fit looking older sandy-blond haired lady.
Anyway, now what I'm after? An umbrella girl or something of the sort. Or better yet.. just the chance to snatch one of the 30 chicks out from under the 200 dudes that were there, dudes that were friends, promoters, members of the teams, whatever. I see a pretty good looking girl against the wall near the dj booth dancing alone. I make my move. We're talking, it's going alright, some short muscle bound guy moves in and says something and she shoves him away. He gives ME the death stare! I smirk and shrug my shoulders in an over-animated fashion to say "Hey man, that's her perogative" lol! She laughs "And he gets pissed off at YOU!"
Anyway, after a while, and one drink together, we're dancing some more, and getting more aquainted. She's really nice, turns out she's 31, and was an umbrella girl for 'Fong' in the AMA at some point, back when he used to lose a lot lol, not her fault she claims. She owns three bikes, she's smart, she's hard on herself though, admits she's put on pounds while eating carbohydrates and trying power lifting. She doesn't need to be, she's still good looking.
She asks what I'm doing there. I feel the potential snare encroaching on my neck, soon to be found out as an outsider.. a 'non-belonger'...
"I'm touring the continent on a 2009 BMW K1300R... I let the BMW reps at Laguna Seca know about my blog and although they're not making it official, the guy I talked to is behind me and supports what I'm doing, and something might happen with it later. Anyway, he got me invited in" lol
I break off at some point while she's talking to people, I try to take some half-legible pics with my phone, sans flash. They're ..... I take some video. it's ..... Some guys notice me, they look suspicious. I lean in to them "I'm video conferencing my girlfriend right now, telling her to .... off because she always ....... about me partying so I'm showing her what's going on" They laugh, the tension is broken, they probably have doen it themselves in the past. I'm NOT a crazy fan who shouldn't be here.
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" It's such ...... quality, but I scream something like "powerslide, I'm at the moto gp afterparty reporting live, shook Vale's hand, watched Jorge Lorenzo leave with two highclass escorts" lol
During the drink she sort of introduces me to some big wig racetrack guy from florida I think, large dude, black hair, dark beard or goatee... whatever.
My coffeehost sees me and says bye, well, sure, but she doesnt' leave. i dunno. All that matters is fate has gotten me here by meeting her. Wow. Anyway, I ended up leaving with the girl I'd been talking to. On the way out this massive dude, also really fit and pretty handsome tries to intercept. I play it cool, she leaves him and rejoins me. Alright.
What was it that she enjoyed about me to make her choose me? Turns out she was tired of getting hit on by italians and spanish guys who couldn't speak english properly LOL. Even so, I thought it was hilarious that I ....-blocked a club full of dudes with money, and or influence, lol
Anyway, I escorted her back to her hotel, we had some laughs, that's where it ended.
Hope you enjoyed this recollection of my late evening, brushing shoulders with the members of something massive we all appreciate so much (although admittedly like I said above, I don't quite have THAT appreciation yet)
I wrote this at 5:00 am after cabbing back to my hostel so the thoughts are quite fresh in my head.
And thanks to Jumkie for the awesome experience he provided me on Friday, but I'll let him tell that story, cause I like how he eases out the great details. Great seeing you PS'ers this weekend
Okay, hot off the press, a story for only powerslide.net. Why? Well, I professed months before that this would be my new home, and I stated to the great members of PS that I met in person at Laguna that I would be more active on the forum as time became available. So this is a story for you from my journey. It won't appear in my blog, my blog is read by many and is fairly PG. This is more M or maybe even R, hahah
As many of you following my blog already know, I am doing quite a bit of what is called "Couch Surfing". For those of you needing clarification, it is the act of being hosted by good people who will take you in and show you around their home town, show you the things only the locals get to know about, or the things that they are proud of, or sometimes, the things that they simply enjoy doing.
I have been so fortunate to have met some amazingly great people via this means of networking, as well as through powerslide, and as well through chance in conjunction with my willingness to leave my comfort zone and talk to complete strangers from time to time. Even met Frosty and Steeeeeve this weekend and thanked him for such a great forum.
So the story begins:
Before knowing how great jumkie and his dudes were, I had planned to just get a hostel in Indianapolis for Indy, ya know, keep it cheap, right? So when Jumkie said if need be I could crash with them and he had assumed that was my intention, I was again glad for his hospitality. But I already had this hostel booked, and had arranged to be shown around Indianapolis by what is known as a 'coffeehost', a couchhost who can't offer a place to stay aka a 'couch to surf', but would gladly show you around, take you out for coffee, or drinks, tell you what's what.
Well my awesome coffeehost took me out on the town with her friends and showed me a blast. However, she got wasted drunk, I felt some friction with the guys we had run into who clearly liked her company, and I went off on my own and met a fantastic local girl in a club called Rock and Lobster. or maybe it was Landsharks.. don't remember exactly.
When the girl decided I was worth bringing home (which didn't quite work out by the way), I had to reunite with my coffeehost to get my motorcycle helmet and shoulder bag from her car. She was WASTED... I believe out of jealousy personally... because she was now making out with Mr. Friction and had clearly drank several more in the course of a half hour.
Anyway, she gets introduced to my new friend, she plays nice, but the good bye is odd, and she's drunk as hell. That's enough of that story.
Jump ahead a day, I get a text "Hey, I didn't get to say a proper good bye to you so we should get together again". Fine by me, hell, I'm a dude, maybe this means something else? Or maybe it just means a friendly goodbye, which I'm still good with.
So after the Moto GP race (well done Mr. Spies by the way...) I head out for dinner with two good people from my hostel. I get a text "Hey, we're going to Vogue Theater to listen to a friend DJ, wanna meet up? Then I can say goodbye properly?" Well, I actually wanted to go home and blog my weekend for all the fine people, but, based on my laisse faire attitude of going with the flow for a lot of this trip (which works out really well or at least has so far), I stick around. I find out we're going to go downtown because people are partying after the Moto GP weekend. Sounds lame, everyone knows 'Motorcycles on Meridian' is no more, and everyone has gone home for the weekend, and it's sunday night. But apparently Sunday, liquor stores are closed in Indiana for religious reasons so people HAVE to go out to drink so it's gonna be hopping downtown.
The dj's pretty good. Turns out the dj community in indianapolis is quite tight and they all party with eachother and hang out all the time and invite eachother into this that and the other thing. in fact the night before this dude was partying with the red bull girls in the red bull tent area downtown. Well that sounds promising.. But I had seen them tear down Red Bull tent area in the morning so what could be up? not much probably. Oh well, whatever, one more late night among many.
We get downtown and there's no cars, no bikes, no people anywhere, it's dead, looking dismal. And we arrive at Blu, but we're going in the back to Hyde. Right, DJ, his friend Mr. Friction, and my coffeehost have driven away so fast they left us all behind. Us being me, my coffeehosts two girlfriends in one vehicle, and the manager to a Hooters and his 4 dudes in another vehicle. So we get there too late and we ain't getting in. We need some sort of access. Access on a sunday night? makes no sense. Sure it sounds loud inside of Hyde, but if it's anything like Blu the night before, it's gonna be .....
I approach the doorman, "dude, we're with the dj, can we please just go in?" "Sorry man, you need access"... We text my coffee host. Finally she comes out with a card, a pass of sorts.. it's dark grey.. it says on it "moto GP"... "what the .... "flashes through my head... What could this mean? She gets in her two girls.. Me and the dudes are stuck.. they walk off. Oh yeah, by this point i've non-chalantly walked around a pimped out escalade parked right outside the front door and have pulled my dong through my zipper and had a pisss while keep my hands in my pockets and looking at the architecture and sky to look as if I was doing anything BUT pissing.. or breaking into a luxury SUV. A cop rounds the street corner, I turn away.. finish, phew.. close one, walk away, tuck in, zip up, back to the line.
"Dude, c'mon, please I'm from Canada, I'm touring the continent on my motorcycle, can i please come in? I was with those girls, I was sposed to get in" "Sorry, I can't.." I text my coffee host. She replies "I have no pull, sorry...."
I look to the right, two fine looking pro girls (as in probably ho's) are with two little dudes, although ones got a fair bit of muscle. The other one, more slender, wearing really nice black hightops with red laces. I've seen these before... during an interview... at Speed stage.. with Yamaha... I look up.. this dude, with two hot ho's on him.. is none other than... Jorge Lorenzo.
dramatic pause
I .... you not. I step in, mind you I am not drunk, I've had a few but I take her pretty easy to save money as well as kidney cells, especially on a long trip like this with so much potential partying (ie: 80% of my nights) "Excuse me, you bare a strikng resemblance to a fellow named Hor-hay Lorentho" and I say it just like this and he nods and says 'thank you' or something, and the other guy begins to speak english, and it strikes me that this might be his friend and PA. Now I don't totally recall whether they say "It is him" but I doubt that, but I know it's him so I say "Dude, good race today... And by the way, I bought your underwear, they're ....... awesome. I got laid in them the first night I wore them" (that's a fib for dramatic purpose as well as to flatter him, it was actually a week later or so, lol) and he's sorta confused. Sure he takes english questions during interview but he's probably had a couple drinks and this is probably a little different from the usual conversation he has. And he reaches down, pulls his shirt up and shows his ginch to me, and I say "No no no.. laugh not D and G, YOUR underwear, number 99, with the x" as I point it out on mysyelf, and he's perplexed but his pal who is laughing his balls off translates, then Jorge laughs and shakes my hand. I guess he's glad his underwear has that impact on the confidence of his fans, as well as the ladies.
So I say "Can you guys help me get in?" and the PA says "In 5 minutes" So i wait. Then Jorge leaves with the two ho's and buddy goes inside and I miss him. I go back to the doorman "Please can I come in?" "okay fine". He lets me by. Nothing else to it. I waited maybe 15 minutes. However, I'm grateful, I give him a 20. I wanted to give him a 10 but I only had 20's on me, lol. He didn't expect it but he took it.
I walk in, the place is pounding, it's dark, good music plays, people are everywhere, mostly guys, mostly european. a few girls are around. I keep walking. Valentino Rossi is sitting at the bar with a couple girls and some dudes. "Vale, good race today" and I shake his hand. "thanks" he says but I can tell he's a little uneasy. This is not the paddock, this is their club, this is their chance to just be people and not get pestered by the fans. I can't push my boundary.
The fortunate thing is, being so new to the sport... and maybe having less of an appreciation to how incredible it is comparted to other people, I didn't get starstruck.. and it was really easy to just be natural and not get out of hand, to just be some guy saying "hey nice race", and I walked on, really, looking for chicks, I won't lie, lol.
I did notice later though that Vale moved to the roped off VIP area. Is it possible that I'd startled him? Maybe, maybe not, whatever.
I run into my coffee host, she's near the dj booth with her people. She's now so excited to see me and glad I got in. I hope she was being genuine. I know she wants her first reference on the couchsurfing network site so that she can get hosted all over europe in a couple weeks... she's relying on me having a good time. Either way, I say to her "Do you have any idea where you are right now? Two of the best racers in the world right now, one of which may be one of the best of all time are here just hanging out and I shook their hands..... this is incredible" "Coooool!" she says, lol... Well, either way, I look around a bit to see who else i recognize.
Jumkie, remember the older fellow, curly gray hair you questioned in the paddock? About his comments about casey stoner? That guy was there. I think I saw Pedrosa's PR lady, the fit looking older sandy-blond haired lady.
Anyway, now what I'm after? An umbrella girl or something of the sort. Or better yet.. just the chance to snatch one of the 30 chicks out from under the 200 dudes that were there, dudes that were friends, promoters, members of the teams, whatever. I see a pretty good looking girl against the wall near the dj booth dancing alone. I make my move. We're talking, it's going alright, some short muscle bound guy moves in and says something and she shoves him away. He gives ME the death stare! I smirk and shrug my shoulders in an over-animated fashion to say "Hey man, that's her perogative" lol! She laughs "And he gets pissed off at YOU!"
Anyway, after a while, and one drink together, we're dancing some more, and getting more aquainted. She's really nice, turns out she's 31, and was an umbrella girl for 'Fong' in the AMA at some point, back when he used to lose a lot lol, not her fault she claims. She owns three bikes, she's smart, she's hard on herself though, admits she's put on pounds while eating carbohydrates and trying power lifting. She doesn't need to be, she's still good looking.
She asks what I'm doing there. I feel the potential snare encroaching on my neck, soon to be found out as an outsider.. a 'non-belonger'...
"I'm touring the continent on a 2009 BMW K1300R... I let the BMW reps at Laguna Seca know about my blog and although they're not making it official, the guy I talked to is behind me and supports what I'm doing, and something might happen with it later. Anyway, he got me invited in" lol
I break off at some point while she's talking to people, I try to take some half-legible pics with my phone, sans flash. They're ..... I take some video. it's ..... Some guys notice me, they look suspicious. I lean in to them "I'm video conferencing my girlfriend right now, telling her to .... off because she always ....... about me partying so I'm showing her what's going on" They laugh, the tension is broken, they probably have doen it themselves in the past. I'm NOT a crazy fan who shouldn't be here.
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" It's such ...... quality, but I scream something like "powerslide, I'm at the moto gp afterparty reporting live, shook Vale's hand, watched Jorge Lorenzo leave with two highclass escorts" lol
During the drink she sort of introduces me to some big wig racetrack guy from florida I think, large dude, black hair, dark beard or goatee... whatever.
My coffeehost sees me and says bye, well, sure, but she doesnt' leave. i dunno. All that matters is fate has gotten me here by meeting her. Wow. Anyway, I ended up leaving with the girl I'd been talking to. On the way out this massive dude, also really fit and pretty handsome tries to intercept. I play it cool, she leaves him and rejoins me. Alright.
What was it that she enjoyed about me to make her choose me? Turns out she was tired of getting hit on by italians and spanish guys who couldn't speak english properly LOL. Even so, I thought it was hilarious that I ....-blocked a club full of dudes with money, and or influence, lol
Anyway, I escorted her back to her hotel, we had some laughs, that's where it ended.
Hope you enjoyed this recollection of my late evening, brushing shoulders with the members of something massive we all appreciate so much (although admittedly like I said above, I don't quite have THAT appreciation yet)
I wrote this at 5:00 am after cabbing back to my hostel so the thoughts are quite fresh in my head.
And thanks to Jumkie for the awesome experience he provided me on Friday, but I'll let him tell that story, cause I like how he eases out the great details. Great seeing you PS'ers this weekend
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Longrider, u r legend my friend. ( fyi in the future u can ask Frosty to merge threads...oh wait hes probably hung over too). I have been worthless today. Hav 102 fever, soar throat, aches & pains. And today was first day back at work from a month vacation. (i feel i need another month). I'll post when i comeback from dead. I hav a few interesting stories but nothing as epic as Longrider. Good nite peeps.
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Hey Fellas.
What a great time at the races.
Meeting the guys from powerslide was great. You couldn't ask for a better group of people.
My girlfriend Monica was named fan of the day!
http://blog.indianapolismotorspeedway.com/
sorry so brief. more later. we're here in louisiana about to get our gamble on. just wanted to check in.
steeeeeeve
What a great time at the races.
Meeting the guys from powerslide was great. You couldn't ask for a better group of people.
My girlfriend Monica was named fan of the day!
http://blog.indianapolismotorspeedway.com/
sorry so brief. more later. we're here in louisiana about to get our gamble on. just wanted to check in.
steeeeeeve
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This is awesome. Tuned in!
I wish you guys were gonna be at Motegi...lol.
I wish you guys were gonna be at Motegi...lol.
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That rash looked nasty
Rash attained whilst waxing, don't ya know!
So if you shagged her your ok & if you didn't tough Ha!
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Jumkie have a look back, remember this....
Thread: Roger & Jumkies Excellent Adventure
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Date: 15/01/2009
Toadaso!
Thread: Roger & Jumkies Excellent Adventure
Page 17 post # 329
Date: 15/01/2009
Toadaso!
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Saturday evening, i called Jumkie and when he answered, i said "Ben Spies baby". His reply was a slurred BEEEN SPEEEZE baby. Dude was ...... up. We talked for about a minute and he says, who is this, your number dont look familiar. I asked him how many red necks from East Tennessee with a distinct southern accent were you expecting a call from. He laughed and tells me he has another redneck friend from Kentucky. I asked him if he was going to the Indy Mile and he says yes, but might not stay because he is wasted. Anyway, about half way through the night, i get a call and there is this drunk on the other end trying to scream over the sound of flat trackers, Povol, where are you? I try to tell him where we are seated but it was an act of futility over the roar of the bikes. He must have heard section 4 because in a few minutes, i get another call and and he is standing in front of section 4 waving his hands in the air. I head down to meet him and he starts up, It is quickly apparent he is in no shape to be ascending or descending stairs. He led, or should i say staggered us over to where Cali Kid and some others were setting, sorry, i forgot their names, was a little stoned myself. Cali Kid may have been more ...... up than Jumkie, he wasnt moving a lot
. Jumkie, being the host he is, offers me a beer. Sure, a nice cold one would be nice. He hands me a can of Tecate that feels like it had been strapped to an exhaust pipe and i say WTF man, this damn thing is hot. Sorry he says, we dont have any ice. In there condition, i doubt they noticed, or cared. I graciously drank the hot piss and had to head back to where i had left my friend. Good seeing you again Jumkie, nice to finally meet Cali Kid, and again, sorry i cant remember the other guys names, im old. Remember my little experience with the Harley bad boys on the way up, well, i got into it again with a another on the way back to our room after the race Saturday night. It seems the whole weekend was about letting Harley riders know, your not fast, nor intimidating. This time its a local and he is really making a nuisance of himself with his loud ... pipes and erratic moves. , in their minds they think they are are on a real performance
machine. I guess when your smoking Geo Metros and Saturns on a daily basis, you lose touch with reality. Anyway, without much effort at all, i work my way through traffic and ease past Harley guy, didnt buzz him, or dive bomb him like the clowns on Friday, just eased by. At the next red light, this dipshit pulls right up beside me, in MY lane, revving his bike and saying something. Unless you know someone, that is a no no. It is an act of aggression and violation of space. I stood up off my seat, flipped open my visor and said "say what, i didnt hear you. He didnt have anything to say and when the light turned green, i allowed him to go first, because now, he IS getting dive bombed. On a lighter side, when we were heading home we got into a friendly game of cat and mouse with a new Bentley. We were running 85-90 and saw headlights coming fast, uh oh, its po po. We slowed to about 75 and this Bentley Coupe comes flying by us.For the next hundred miles, we played give and take at between 120-140 till we had to stop for gas. He gives us a thumbs up as we pull off. We came to the conclusion that his mode of going extremely fast was a hell of a lot better than ours. Running those speeds for extended periods is mentally exhausting on a bike, but it sure is fun. Had a great weekend, weather was great, crowd was great, and everyone got home safe. I am not a fan of the Indy track, i hate all rovals, but it is what ive got to choose from, and will make the trek until something else comes along
machine. I guess when your smoking Geo Metros and Saturns on a daily basis, you lose touch with reality. Anyway, without much effort at all, i work my way through traffic and ease past Harley guy, didnt buzz him, or dive bomb him like the clowns on Friday, just eased by. At the next red light, this dipshit pulls right up beside me, in MY lane, revving his bike and saying something. Unless you know someone, that is a no no. It is an act of aggression and violation of space. I stood up off my seat, flipped open my visor and said "say what, i didnt hear you. He didnt have anything to say and when the light turned green, i allowed him to go first, because now, he IS getting dive bombed. On a lighter side, when we were heading home we got into a friendly game of cat and mouse with a new Bentley. We were running 85-90 and saw headlights coming fast, uh oh, its po po. We slowed to about 75 and this Bentley Coupe comes flying by us.For the next hundred miles, we played give and take at between 120-140 till we had to stop for gas. He gives us a thumbs up as we pull off. We came to the conclusion that his mode of going extremely fast was a hell of a lot better than ours. Running those speeds for extended periods is mentally exhausting on a bike, but it sure is fun. Had a great weekend, weather was great, crowd was great, and everyone got home safe. I am not a fan of the Indy track, i hate all rovals, but it is what ive got to choose from, and will make the trek until something else comes along
