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Arrab in the trilby ,is that Keshav far left,Jum in the middle.
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Arrab in the trilby ,is that Keshav far left,Jum in the middle.
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I am going for longrider on the left. Looks awfully pail, my guess is a canadian. The rest I think have been named.
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We don’t have a guest by that last name sir:
Arrabbi gave me all the details of his trip and the hotel we would be picking him up at, but his UK cell phone wasn’t working. I was running a bit late, about 2 plus hours, so I decided I best try to call him and let him know the situation before he might think this was all a big hoax. So I call the hotel and ask to be transferred to his room, at which time the clerk said, sure no problem, what is the guest name? I told her the first name. She said, “sir, what is the guest’s last name?” I realized that in all our PM conversation, which were many and very extensive as one could imagine we were arranging for a sight unseen meet up from half a world away, we had never exchanged last names. “Well, his name is M, that’s all I know. Frustrated the clerk says, “I’m not suppose to transfer you put I will this one time. Ring ring ring. No answer. Of course, by this time its after check out. So I’m like ..... Before hand we had thought about this, so I had told Arrabbi in anycase just to wait in the lobby. So I call back and I could here I was talking to the same clerk. I said, “Listen, can you please page a guest?” She says, “Sir, we don’t have a paging system.” ..... “Ok, well listen, I have a friend I need to pick up but I’m running late and need to get a message to him, so can you please ask in the lobby for him?” She sighs and reluctantly says, “ok, sure, what’s his last name?” ...., again that little piece of information I don’t have. So I say, “his last name is Arrabbiata.” Pause…. “We don’t have a guest by that last name sir.” I’m like ..... “Well miss, if you go into the lobby and ask for M. Arrabbiata you will probably get somebody to answer to that name.” By this time I’m thinking ...., it won’t be for another while before I get to the hotel, and I’m thinking the worst. Arrabbi will probably give up waiting and call a Greyhound bus to go up to Laguna, I’ll get there as the bus is long gone. “Sorry sir, hotel policy, I can’t go looking for a guest for which you don’t know his full name.” I say ok thanks and hang up. Now what? So I start thinking and remember Chopperman had gone to Donnington last year, surely he knows his last name. So I text Chopps, “Yo Compa, would you happen to know Arrabbi’s last name? ..... hotel clerk is being a ..... and won’t go looking for dude and I’m late as hell. Waiting... reply; “No bro, but I’ll text and ask him.” I’m like Chops, you’re killing me, you spent a whole GP race together and you don’t know his last name? (Realizing my own folly, I didn’t press the issue). So I’m like, “Yo, his .... phone doesn’t work in the States.” But Chops texted him anyway.
So, I start to think, ...., how am I gonna get a message to Arrabbi. So I call the hotel back, ring ring, hello. “Yes, can you please transfer me to house-keeping”. “Sure, hold on sir.” (I thought to myself, well this ..... won’t help me, but if you’ve ever been in So. Cali, more than likely the house-keeping staff will be Mexican, and I may have better luck as they are my peeps). Ring ring. “Hello, how can I help you?” I immediately detect a Hispanic acsent. Cool, things are starting to turn around. I tell him the entire predicament, and ask him to go to lobby and ask for M Arrabbiata. Sure, I’ll help you. (Thank God for low-wage hard working down to Earth immigrants willing to help peeps, eh Pov). So I wait a while, then I hear in the background two men having hurried conversation with some confusion overtones. I hear the crackle of the phone being picked up. “Hello, this is M”. My first thought was, wow, this guy does not sound like a Brit. “Uhm, yes, I’m looking for M.” “Yes, my name is M.” “Ok, are you Arrabbiata?” “What, no”. “But your name is M? “Yes.” ...., what is the likelihood of two Ms in the lobby, ..... So I then tell this dude the situation and tell him if he’d be willing to go look for another man named M in the lobby. He’s like no dude, get somebody else to help you. I’m like ....... ...., so he puts housekeeping guy back on the phone. I’m like, yo that’s the wrong M. Can you look for another one? So we are talking, then suddenly the real Arrabbiata gets on the phone. “Holy .... dude, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. I thought for sure you’d be half way up to Laguna by now. “Yeah, I just got Roger Chops text saying you are looking for me.” I’m like, “what, your phone works?” “No, he says”, I can only get texts from the UK.” Ok, I tell him, I’m running late, I will be there soon. And sure enough, when I get there, he’s standing outside with all his ..... Adventure begins.
Mate you need to lose some weight:
Arrabbi being the poet makes a rhyme. But let me back up. So after we pick him up from the airport hotel, we proceed on the drive up to Laguna. This takes several hours because it takes us 2 hours to get through LA traffic (the trip without traffic would take 5 hours, but this ended up being a 7 hour tour). As soon as I picked him up from the hotel, Arrabbi says, hey I have something for you. He opens up his suitcase and takes out this beautiful hardbound MotoGP book, it’s the ‘MotoGP Bible’! “This is for you”, he says, “it has every imaginable GP statistics and everything that has ever been recorded about GP, I give this to you so your posts will no longer be ....!!” (Haha, what a kidder he is). Then he tells me the ....... customs agents at the airport made him throw out all the bottles of liquor he had brought. ....! Everything? “Yes”, he says, “everything…except one.” He had strategically hidden one special bottle (probably up his ...). He reaches back into his magic suitcase and out comes a familiar bottle. WOODS Navy rum! All my friends in the RV, who recognize this legendary beverage, start to hoot and holler and cheer. Arrabbi hands me the bottle, and says, “I brought Roger in a bottle.” Everybody breaks out in a roar of laughter, it didn’t take long before we start drinking. On the way up we took a little pit stop to honor James Dean's memorial.
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Jump 7 hours ahead and we start nearing Laguna. I get a text from Longrider, “I just arrived to Salinas” (20 minutes from Laguna). Cool, will pick you up when we get there, I reply. So we arrive at his hotel and we all jump out of the RV. Remember by this time CK, Arrabi & daughter, my two buddies and me have been drinking and taking shots of Woods. We’re in the parking lot waiting for Longrider, who we’ve never met, to appear. So meanwhile we use our wait time wisely by taking a few more shots and downing Tacate beer. Arrabbi sees a cabdriver and knocks on the door. Cabby opens the passenger door. Arrabbi looks in while I’m looking over his shoulder (I’m wondering, what the hell is Arrabi doing) and sitting there is a very large fat cab driver. Then an uncomfortable pause… Then Arrabbi says; “Mate, you need to lose some weight!” Cab driver slams on the accelerator, the door clips Arrabbi on the neck behind the ear and starts bleeding. Holy ...., what just happened? Everybody is like, WTF? I tell them, Arrabi just told this dude he’s a fat ...., but this being Arrabbi, its was done poetically in a rhyme. We all start laughing, hooting and hollering. And out from the darkness appears Longrider…
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Hi, I don’t have HIV Aides, nice to meet you:
So Longrider finally gets his first glimpse at us and us of him. The six of us look over to him and he says, so which one of you is Jumkie? I’m like, that would be me bro. How are you? Great he says. I start introducing him to the gang and then get to Arrabi, who was wiping the blood running down his neck onto his hand. Uhm, this is Arrabi. Arrabbi looking down at his blood soaked hand reaches for Longrider, “Hi, I don’t have HIV Aides, nice to meet you.” Hahah .... me, these are his first words uttered to Longrider. So I see the hesitation in Longrider’s face to shake his hand, so I say just bump fists. But eventually they shoot hands.
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So…do you want to party with us? Sure, lets go:
So we get all the introductions out of the way. CaliKid breaks out a little baggy of a special So Cal herbal blend and says, hey we brought something for you buddy. Arrabbi hands Longrider the bottle of Woods, and he proceeds on taking a very refreshing shot. I tell Longrider we are headed up to the Laguna campsite where we will continue partying. So…do you want to party with us? (Mind you, we were drunk, one guys bleeding, the rest hooting and hollering) and Longeriders reply; Sure, lets go! Wow, this ....... guys is as crazy as us, so I hand him a can of Tecate beer, "well ...., then lets go!
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At this point we haven’t even made it to the track yet…adventure continues.
Arrabbi gave me all the details of his trip and the hotel we would be picking him up at, but his UK cell phone wasn’t working. I was running a bit late, about 2 plus hours, so I decided I best try to call him and let him know the situation before he might think this was all a big hoax. So I call the hotel and ask to be transferred to his room, at which time the clerk said, sure no problem, what is the guest name? I told her the first name. She said, “sir, what is the guest’s last name?” I realized that in all our PM conversation, which were many and very extensive as one could imagine we were arranging for a sight unseen meet up from half a world away, we had never exchanged last names. “Well, his name is M, that’s all I know. Frustrated the clerk says, “I’m not suppose to transfer you put I will this one time. Ring ring ring. No answer. Of course, by this time its after check out. So I’m like ..... Before hand we had thought about this, so I had told Arrabbi in anycase just to wait in the lobby. So I call back and I could here I was talking to the same clerk. I said, “Listen, can you please page a guest?” She says, “Sir, we don’t have a paging system.” ..... “Ok, well listen, I have a friend I need to pick up but I’m running late and need to get a message to him, so can you please ask in the lobby for him?” She sighs and reluctantly says, “ok, sure, what’s his last name?” ...., again that little piece of information I don’t have. So I say, “his last name is Arrabbiata.” Pause…. “We don’t have a guest by that last name sir.” I’m like ..... “Well miss, if you go into the lobby and ask for M. Arrabbiata you will probably get somebody to answer to that name.” By this time I’m thinking ...., it won’t be for another while before I get to the hotel, and I’m thinking the worst. Arrabbi will probably give up waiting and call a Greyhound bus to go up to Laguna, I’ll get there as the bus is long gone. “Sorry sir, hotel policy, I can’t go looking for a guest for which you don’t know his full name.” I say ok thanks and hang up. Now what? So I start thinking and remember Chopperman had gone to Donnington last year, surely he knows his last name. So I text Chopps, “Yo Compa, would you happen to know Arrabbi’s last name? ..... hotel clerk is being a ..... and won’t go looking for dude and I’m late as hell. Waiting... reply; “No bro, but I’ll text and ask him.” I’m like Chops, you’re killing me, you spent a whole GP race together and you don’t know his last name? (Realizing my own folly, I didn’t press the issue). So I’m like, “Yo, his .... phone doesn’t work in the States.” But Chops texted him anyway.
So, I start to think, ...., how am I gonna get a message to Arrabbi. So I call the hotel back, ring ring, hello. “Yes, can you please transfer me to house-keeping”. “Sure, hold on sir.” (I thought to myself, well this ..... won’t help me, but if you’ve ever been in So. Cali, more than likely the house-keeping staff will be Mexican, and I may have better luck as they are my peeps). Ring ring. “Hello, how can I help you?” I immediately detect a Hispanic acsent. Cool, things are starting to turn around. I tell him the entire predicament, and ask him to go to lobby and ask for M Arrabbiata. Sure, I’ll help you. (Thank God for low-wage hard working down to Earth immigrants willing to help peeps, eh Pov). So I wait a while, then I hear in the background two men having hurried conversation with some confusion overtones. I hear the crackle of the phone being picked up. “Hello, this is M”. My first thought was, wow, this guy does not sound like a Brit. “Uhm, yes, I’m looking for M.” “Yes, my name is M.” “Ok, are you Arrabbiata?” “What, no”. “But your name is M? “Yes.” ...., what is the likelihood of two Ms in the lobby, ..... So I then tell this dude the situation and tell him if he’d be willing to go look for another man named M in the lobby. He’s like no dude, get somebody else to help you. I’m like ....... ...., so he puts housekeeping guy back on the phone. I’m like, yo that’s the wrong M. Can you look for another one? So we are talking, then suddenly the real Arrabbiata gets on the phone. “Holy .... dude, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. I thought for sure you’d be half way up to Laguna by now. “Yeah, I just got Roger Chops text saying you are looking for me.” I’m like, “what, your phone works?” “No, he says”, I can only get texts from the UK.” Ok, I tell him, I’m running late, I will be there soon. And sure enough, when I get there, he’s standing outside with all his ..... Adventure begins.
Mate you need to lose some weight:
Arrabbi being the poet makes a rhyme. But let me back up. So after we pick him up from the airport hotel, we proceed on the drive up to Laguna. This takes several hours because it takes us 2 hours to get through LA traffic (the trip without traffic would take 5 hours, but this ended up being a 7 hour tour). As soon as I picked him up from the hotel, Arrabbi says, hey I have something for you. He opens up his suitcase and takes out this beautiful hardbound MotoGP book, it’s the ‘MotoGP Bible’! “This is for you”, he says, “it has every imaginable GP statistics and everything that has ever been recorded about GP, I give this to you so your posts will no longer be ....!!” (Haha, what a kidder he is). Then he tells me the ....... customs agents at the airport made him throw out all the bottles of liquor he had brought. ....! Everything? “Yes”, he says, “everything…except one.” He had strategically hidden one special bottle (probably up his ...). He reaches back into his magic suitcase and out comes a familiar bottle. WOODS Navy rum! All my friends in the RV, who recognize this legendary beverage, start to hoot and holler and cheer. Arrabbi hands me the bottle, and says, “I brought Roger in a bottle.” Everybody breaks out in a roar of laughter, it didn’t take long before we start drinking. On the way up we took a little pit stop to honor James Dean's memorial.
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So Longrider finally gets his first glimpse at us and us of him. The six of us look over to him and he says, so which one of you is Jumkie? I’m like, that would be me bro. How are you? Great he says. I start introducing him to the gang and then get to Arrabi, who was wiping the blood running down his neck onto his hand. Uhm, this is Arrabi. Arrabbi looking down at his blood soaked hand reaches for Longrider, “Hi, I don’t have HIV Aides, nice to meet you.” Hahah .... me, these are his first words uttered to Longrider. So I see the hesitation in Longrider’s face to shake his hand, so I say just bump fists. But eventually they shoot hands.
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So we get all the introductions out of the way. CaliKid breaks out a little baggy of a special So Cal herbal blend and says, hey we brought something for you buddy. Arrabbi hands Longrider the bottle of Woods, and he proceeds on taking a very refreshing shot. I tell Longrider we are headed up to the Laguna campsite where we will continue partying. So…do you want to party with us? (Mind you, we were drunk, one guys bleeding, the rest hooting and hollering) and Longeriders reply; Sure, lets go! Wow, this ....... guys is as crazy as us, so I hand him a can of Tecate beer, "well ...., then lets go!
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Arrab you ...... nutter
Glad you got my text in time mate.
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Well, its up to the mods for that. But I can tell you, the thread will make you feel like you got your money's worth when I'm done with it. It will be like getting a "cheap snack at the track".
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Well, its up to the mods for that. But I can tell you, the thread will make you feel like you got your money's worth when I'm done with it. It will be like getting a "cheap snack at the track".
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Hey, what are the chances of getting Babel to let me borrow his x-ray glasses so I can look at what's behind the skirt? (Oh, c'mon Babel, you know I kid you man.)
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I feel sorry for you if you need x-ray glasses to see what's behind there
But sure, here take a look at the bright side ->
great stuff btw
Well, its up to the mods for that. But I can tell you, the thread will make you feel like you got your money's worth when I'm done with it. It will be like getting a "cheap snack at the track".
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Hey, what are the chances of getting Babel to let me borrow his x-ray glasses so I can look at what's behind the skirt? (Oh, c'mon Babel, you know I kid you man.)
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Awesome........great stories and pics! Top job Jum
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I feel sorry for you if you need x-ray glasses to see what's behind there
But sure, here take a look at the bright side ->
great stuff btw
OMG! Babel? Are you feeling ok? I’ve had a several report threads from epic race weekends and I don’t ever remember you making an appearance in any of them. So either you were looking for me with a pic kissing Rossi’s broken leg (as I had announced I would make it my mission) or the pics of the talented girls I posted brought you in to register a post. Or perhaps it was your ears ringing from Arrabi and I talking about you while sitting around the campfire (I’ll give you the details later). Either way, MotoGP in some form or fashion brings people together! So Talps Babel, thanks for the big ups.
Ok, well as to the photo with Vale. I’ll tell you, I tried to place myself in every strategic place to get a glimpse of the man. And wouldn’t you believe; at the end of one of the days, the gang was walking out of the paddock after all activity had ceased. We were headed to the campsite to get our drink and stupid on. Seriously, everything was dead and we were basically sweeping the paddock as if after a concert one is reluctant to leave the seen, perhaps hoping one might catch a glimpse of a rockstar. Even the diehards had left the premises. As we are walking between the seemingly vacant buildings, out walks a lanky figure behind us. We look back as the door opening interrupted the silence of the little alleyway. I look back, see a guy with a yellow Rossi hat, but think nothing of it since, well there are lots of guys with Rossi hats. But this guy looks familiar. Then CK says, hey, that’s Rossi! Holy ...., we had just passed that door 30 secs ago, but by the time the surreal reality set in (and really it seemed slow motion), I start to walk toward him. Oh Lord, could it be? So Gatorduc starts fidgeting with his camera as we both make a B line toward this mirage (as I’m still in a stupor of doubt). As we both start making our way toward him it feels like we are walking through an invisible forcefield making us stupidly slow. Rossi walks over to his scooter and buzzes away. For a moment I’m like the proverbial ‘deer in the headlights’ shocked at my missed opportunity. But wait, he stops the scooter and parks at the adjacent building. So Gator & I speed up the pace. We start walking quickly toward him, as he must negotiate about 5 steps up to the door, I’m thinking, I can make it. My heart starts racing, damn, I’m gonna get him on the top step, his leg will be eye level with me and it will be perfect as I will be able to kiss his leg while Gator (a pro photographer) can get this moment in all its glory. “Vale!” I yell out. Oh no, he’s now almost at the top step. I’m not gonna make it. Gatorduc is ahead of me but still hasn’t locked & loaded his camera. “Take the shot bro, just take the shot!” Vale is now on the top step and starts opening the door. “Just take the shot bro, you’re gonna miss it, take the shot!” Vale looks back at us, with a look like he just escaped something as the door is open. Vale turns his head in almost slow motion and disappears into the darkness. ....! I look back at everybody, hands in the air like…....!
Sorry guys, but fate stepped in. Had we just been 30 seconds slower, we would have had an undisturbed audience with Rossi! Had I just woke up 30 secs earlier, or had I not stopped to take a piss, or maybe had I been 30 secs faster washing my ... in the shower, or perhaps had I not stopped to get the hot sauce for the chicken combination plate at the track, maybe, or had I simply ignored to take the 30 sec pic of that hot umbrella girl, then maybe, just maybe I would have been in a position to have a private meeting with the man in the yellow Rossi hat, a one Valentino Rossi!
So as a consolation, here are the stupid 30 sec photos I took of the chicks at the track. And honestly, looking back at them, I’m thinking, one of these ....... cost me the meeting of a lifetime. Damn.
I wonder if it was the 30 secs it cost me to take this pic...
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Most of the stuff Jumkie is saying I really cant remember because I was so pissed/drunk. when we got to Long riders room we were really wasted because we drank so much on the way up. Our buddy said we killed 2 30 packs of beer plus half the bottle of woods between the 6 of us just on the way up. from what I vaguely remember the picture where i am making the stupid face happened after a 2nd shot of woods in a row because i made the same stupid face after the first shot so somebody suggested i take another for a picture.
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You got it all wrong Jumkie. If Rossi wasn't a two faced douschebag and actually gave a .... about his fans he would have had 30 seconds for you.
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....... awesome guys..
i ....... hate missing this... im selling .... to get to the next one.
i ....... hate missing this... im selling .... to get to the next one.
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....... awesome guys..
i ....... hate missing this... im selling .... to get to the next one.
All you need is to get down here! We can take care of the rest!!!
