.......and to all that are going to Indy, have an awesome time (I'm pissed and jealous, I will have to sit this one out this year). For those powersliders that care, I have this commentary on both venues. Laguna/Cali is, as has been said, Glorious. The beauty of the track and the locales surrounding it are without equal in the states (IMHO). Indy, by comparison, is a little "flat" as far as natural beauty, unless you're into farmland and midwest humidity. However, the city of Indy is nice, and your access to the racers is 5x better at Indy. Perhaps I'm stating the obvious, but it dawned on me during this Laguna race. For Indy, with a paddock pass, you have amazing access to all the racers (except Vale and Jorge of course). At Luguna, b/c of the beautiful location, I think there are many more european fans (which I enjoy b/c of the international feeling it gives). Yet, the paddocks were mobbed with Very Enthusiastic Fans. Either way, you're going to have a great time.
I already booked my flights. Its gonna be a quicky, but we will fly in Friday at 5 AM and drive straight to the track from the airport. .... sleep, there will be plenty of time to do that when I'm dead.
My only regret is not seeing you and beautiful Mrs. Gator. But if I had a choice between a East Euro trip with Mrs Gator verse a Indy trip with the boys, it would be a no brainer. Have fun in the Czech Rep (BTW, it might be a good idea to scout out a good place to stay when we go to the Brno GP, wink wink). Anyway, Terry said he is going, so that will be my consolation prize.
Gator is right about Indy, if you get your paddock pass (which is hard to do unless you have a hook up, which incidentally, we do as Shovelhead posted regarding the suites) then I suggest you go this route. Honestly, if anybody is considering Indy, do the math of grandstand seats verse Beth's Suites, which include Pope status parking, paddock (the real kind, like VIP Village) and food/drinks in suit, etc.
My suggestion is stick with Jumkie and CK. Arrabb called them "fixers". Thats perfect. I call them the "closers". They make things happen and find a way. Cool .... gravitates to them and if something goes down, it's going down around them. Take my word for it, (i used to think I was a master bullshitter until I ran into them)
. Have a great time .......!! (
F'ck your couch....an inside joke for Chrisflyhigh.)
Honestly, its about picking great friends to surround oneself, as I have had the luck and fortune of meeting awesome peeps. On to the next story. (I ain't no Arrabi, so squint one eye when reading...)
-I’m so sorry sweetheart, but can we get just one more table please?
So after all the Saturday activities, practice, qual, umbrella gazing, etc, we go back to the campsite and start getting a few rounds of beer along with various assorted shots of whathaveyou. We had to figure out how to get from the campsite to downtown Monterey, as there is much nightlife on Cannery Row. (They close off the main street and bikes line the sidewalks, very cool sight to see, great people watching, etc). We have more people than seats in the cars, but lucky for us we had my friend Danny with his car and Gator had his rental. The trick was to get about 12-15+ heads into these cars. My two buddies decided to stay, and one guy had his bike, so he went in that. Gator had taken the wifeys back to freshen up so he came back with Terry to pick us up. We crammed the remaining heads in the cars and off we went.
In the back seat I brought along my trusty bottle of Don Julio tequila. Gator drops us off, and bam, we are walking in Cannery Row, just how I had imagined it the few months before (when I was trying to get Arrabbi to make the transatlantic trek).
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We ended up at
Bubba Gump Shrimp (yes there is an actual restaurant named after the
Forest Gump movie). While waiting, CaliKid takes a moment to show off his Lorenzo underwear.
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This place is a lot of fun too. The thing is, everybody and their mother wanted to eat there too. And considering that there were thousands of race fans wanting a hip meal, well you can imagine the wait time. But, no problem. Here is the trick. You don’t tell them you have a party of 10-20, you say you have a small group, and willing to split or sit anywhere. Thus it began….
So we wait outside, and finally the hostess says we have a table ready. Which later turned out to be ........ because we had to wait inside for another 10 minutes because the place was soooo packed. There was a bit of confusion, so I see another girl with the headset (seems she is the one directing traffic) and I tell her we have been waiting a long time, and I point to a table the busboys are cleaning and say “We’ll take that one.” Poor thing, she was so busy, she said “OK”. Well then the rest of the group starts to come in. So as the tables around us start to get cleaned for somebody else, I ask the girl in the headset for that table. And little by little we all start to invade the tables around us. But not everybody got there at the same time, so as more friends show up, we see another table near by being cleaned for somebody else (probably somebody outside waiting) but we take advantage and ask the young pretty girl with the headsets for that table. But by now I’m starting to feel my scruples, so I tell the girl,
“I’m so sorry sweetheart, but can we get just one more table please? And I promise, I will make it worth your while (and like a Hollywood movie, slipped her some money). Which I was afraid to do the first time as I thought I might get slapped. But I was with a few Russian friends (seated along side us) and I was already well into a double Vodka shot. I didn’t want her to feel cheaply bribed, but without even looking at me or the money, she didn’t flinch and signaled me to take the table.
Well by this time we’ve sat three tables full of peeps, and then CaliKid says, hey, Gator & co are outside. ...., ok, I start looking around for another table, and as luck would have it another one appears to be getting cleaned next to some friends. I start to make my way out but then I see Gator through the crowd already inside. I tell him, sit here and point to the table (though I had not asked the girl with the headset for it yet, I figured we had a relationship already established and it wouldn’t be a problem). Gator then sees the problem and starts getting shy about sitting there (and if you’ve met Gator, he’s the type of guy that doesn’t like to impose on anybody, ...., it was like pulling teeth at Indy last year just to let me buy him a drink). I walk over again to the girl with the headset,
“I’m so sorry sweetheart, but can we get just one more table please?” She is like, “they are with your party too?” I’m like, uhm yeah but that’s it. That’s everybody. No more. And alittle more
grease on the wheels and we are In like Flynn,
"F'ck your couch" hahahaha.
The round table and the three tables behind are the four tables we slowly invaded. Look at all the people behind and all around, as you can see it was packed. This place was very loud, and people were yelling and laughing about everything.
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I was walking over to take a pi of Gator's table when Arrabbi stopped me with a shot of tequila. (So I never got a pic of Gator & co table, but I'm sure he will post one.)
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After dinner we walked over next door to
Sly McFlys. But not before a pic infront of the Can Co sign.
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Once we got into McFlys...That's when things got a bit out of control.
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Here we have Gator doing his best Michael Jackson tribute.
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