Silverstone MotoGP Meetup 2011

Jumkie said:

Arrabi's frig.

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Our bartender didn't know how to make Irish Car bombs (not sure if he was offended we asked since it may be a sensitive issue with Brits. At which Austin cleared everybody about and said, "stand back, I'm a professional, I know what I'm doing", and proceeded in directing the guy make the drinks.

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As if we hadn't drank enough beer and woods, Wilski buys everybody a round of tequila. Austin looks like that gave him a headache.

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After a few swigs of Woods, Gator struggles to open the baggy.

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Don't mess with the Red Army!

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Tali ho o' chap

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Gator described this car as a tadpole with gay pants.

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Brill photo's, I've just got myself a new desk top pic ( I won't be able to see the icons, but hey wtf)

hahahahah Tadpole with gay pants.....



Another one of Gator's best lines was to Basspete....



" Jesus Pete, I ain't ever seen legs that white dude. I mean ever "

Sorry these are late but better late than never I suppose. And, glad to see this post is still going so might as well.....



Here's my take on preparing to watch a British Gran Prix. First, bring proper wet weather gear, that does not mean "see through shoes" that gladly let the cold English ground water come in close contact with your feet! Trench Foot is guaranteed by mid-day.

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Thankfully, my mate Arrabiatta had English wet weather gear for the douche bag Florida boy.

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Now I'm ready to watch the race!

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One of the nicer, English evenings...

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A view from inside one of Leicester's pubs...

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The drunken car ride home...

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You wouldn't be in England if you weren't playing darts.

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Either the camera setting were wrong, or I was too pissed to care, still a good pic to show the theme of the nights!

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Okay, first the mystery of the upside down Union Jack, now this.....how the .... do you guys explain this ....?? I don't care how good your driving courses are over there, this parking job is just nothing short of supernatural!!

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This next one is Jum trying to look like Chopper......

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This is the meal that was responsible for me running out of the car, off the "Carriage Way" (freeway for yanks) and into the Petrol Station to drop mud while in race traffic. Note to other yanks heading to England, when they say their Indian fare is really hot, take their word for it. My colon and rectum were not used to the level of spice....and I eat Thai and Indian food over here all the time. And, feces mixed with Navy Woods Rum and Indian Phal (the hottest style Indian dish) is pretty pungent. Imagine if a piece of .... "took a ....", literally, olfactory overload to say the least. It was damn good going down though.

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bonnielass said:

Brill photo's, I've just got myself a new desk top pic ( I won't be able to see the icons, but hey wtf)

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Austin wasn't the only bartender in our group.

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Trying to shield the wind chill factor...its not working.

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Wear it proud brotha!

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Jumkie said:

Austin wasn't the only bartender in our group.

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Trying to shield the wind chill factor...its not working.

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Wear it proud brotha!

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I do !!! Go Nicky !!!

GatorDuc said:

A view from inside one of Leicester's pubs...

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Either the camera setting were wrong, or I was too pissed to care, still a good pic to show the theme of the nights!

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Okay, first the mystery of the upside down Union Jack, now this.....how the .... do you guys explain this ....?? I don't care how good your driving courses are over there, this parking job is just nothing short of supernatural!!

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This next one is Jum trying to look like Chopper......

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This is the meal that was responsible for me running out of the car, off the "Carriage Way" (freeway for yanks) and into the Petrol Station to drop mud while in race traffic. Note to other yanks heading to England, when they say their Indian fare is really hot, take their word for it. My colon and rectum were not used to the level of spice....and I eat Thai and Indian food over here all the time. And, feces mixed with Navy Woods Rum and Indian Phal (the hottest style Indian dish) is pretty pungent. Imagine if a piece of .... "took a ....", literally, olfactory overload to say the least. It was damn good going down though.

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You got a way with words bro! I've been laughing my ass off for about 5 minutes now. " Imagine if a piece of .... "took a ...."





I don't remember seeing the car parked, holy ..... Oh, I could never look like Roger, that is unless I grow about 2 feet and start bleaching my skin, adding 300 pounds of lard. That pic of the pub, is that the one that smell like a bucket of non-EPA-OSHA approved bucket of ....-paint? Wrong setting on your camera??? ......., you were drunk!

This is the meal that was responsible for me running out of the car, off the "Carriage Way" (freeway for yanks) and into the Petrol Station to drop mud while in race traffic. Note to other yanks heading to England, when they say their Indian fare is really hot, take their word for it. My colon and rectum were not used to the level of spice....and I eat Thai and Indian food over here all the time. And, feces mixed with Navy Woods Rum and Indian Phal (the hottest style Indian dish) is pretty pungent. Imagine if a piece of .... "took a ....", literally, olfactory overload to say the least. It was damn good going down though.

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come to the uk and .... your pants. litterally

chopperman said:

come to the uk and .... your pants. litterally

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Me and Arrab were in front of our friends from the U S of A on our way to the circuit...I look in the mirror and see Gator jumping out of the hire car. I say to Arrab " Gator must need a piss "...Then he crosses the central reservation and the other two lanes of the dual carriage and heads off to the service station. We both start laughing thinking, he is either going for more food ( and Gator can ...... eat thats for sure ) or he needs a dump ! It was the latter

Gator was so pissed (angry) at his "see through" shoes that he punished them by leaving them in the hotel. As we were leaving I said, hey, you're forgetting your shoes, and pointed to them. He looked at them in disgust, like an old friend had let him down, and said, '.... them shoes!' (I may have embellished a bit, but still, he really did leave his shoes at the hotel). In Gator's defense, he wasn't the only one covered up from head to toe.

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The thing is, he really did start taking this "Ninja" thing a tad to far and started sneaking up on us from outside the window. WTF

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Jumkie says to Wil, "hey my phones not working man" Wil says "you think you got it bad, my bottles empty!"



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^^^^ so jum, what do you think of Cobra beer ?

Jumkie said:

Gator was so pissed (angry) at his "see through" shoes that he punished them by leaving them in the hotel. As we were leaving I said, hey, you're forgetting your shoes, and pointed to them. He looked at them in disgust, like an old friend had let him down, and said, '.... them shoes!' (I may have embellished a bit, but still, he really did leave his shoes at the hotel). In Gator's defense, he wasn't the only one covered up from head to toe.

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ARHHH the great British summer!

bonnielass said:

Jumkie says to Wil, "hey my phones not working man" Wil says "you think you got it bad, my bottles empty!"



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There was certainly a lack of steady hands...Blurry pictures galore. I wonder why ?

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Bottom of Hanger

Willski said:

hahahahah Tadpole with gay pants.....



Another one of Gator's best lines was to Basspete....



" Jesus Pete, I ain't ever seen legs that white dude. I mean ever "

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Ha Ha!! forgot about that!!



Some folks just don't understand an Orcadian summer!



Pete

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ARHHH the great British summer!

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Sorry guys but you should have been there when I got off the plane in Orkney, wearing just shorts an 2 T shirts coz everything else was soaked through, I would have killed to be back in that nice cozy grandstand at Silverstone! Jeezo! That was nae fun, I had to find a bar as soon as I got off the bus in Kirkwall! A couple o cold Strongbows later an all was good wi the world!



Pete the bass

Willski said:

Me and Arrab were in front of our friends from the U S of A on our way to the circuit...I look in the mirror and see Gator jumping out of the hire car. I say to Arrab " Gator must need a piss "...Then he crosses the central reservation and the other two lanes of the dual carriage and heads off to the service station. We both start laughing thinking, he is either going for more food ( and Gator can ...... eat thats for sure ) or he needs a dump ! It was the latter

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After that, (the petrol station) I thought I was good. However, 8 mins later, the old colon spasms started again, I started to sweat, and Levi and I were talking too much about "needing to spray mud". So I asked him if we could change the subject b/c I was getting anxious and felt as if I needed to .... again. Then the diarrhea panic started (you know, that prehistoric reflex that sets in when you have to .... but have nowhere to relieve your self). I was in traffic, way past the petrol station, and kept thinking how would I clean myself if I squatted by the side of the road?....not to mention that my roadside .... would be world wide Powerslide news!! (Don't travel with Jum if you don't want an editorial on your travails the next day) My eyes were literally darting to and fro as I was wiping sweat from my brow, all the while looking for a relatively clandestine spot to make Pooh. Finally we get to the parking lot (after we missed the first exit off the carriage way ....... it!!) and I make a bee-line for the shitters. Bonnie asked, "aren't you coming up to the grand stand?", I answered as politely as I could to a lady I just met, "no thanks, I've got to .... again!." Sure enough, I made it to the toilets without incident. I quickly blasted out the last of the toxically-spicy Indian fare from its colonic dungeon and was good to go for the rest of the day! Whew.....I saved myself from Powerslide infamy. Now all I had to cope with was my private hell from residually spicy "Swamp Ass" for the rest of the day (as you can't properly cleanse your anus in a packed public restroom; I need baby wipes or paper towel with soap and water usually). Thank goodness it wasn't warm and humid outside, that makes for a much more unbearable swamp ass episode. God bless the frigid English summer!

GatorDuc said:

After that, (the petrol station) I thought I was good. However, 8 mins later, the old colon spasms started again, I started to sweat, and Levi and I were talking too much about "needing to spray mud". So I asked him if we could change the subject b/c I was getting anxious and felt as if I needed to .... again. Then the diarrhea panic started (you know, that prehistoric reflex that sets in when you have to .... but have nowhere to relieve your self). I was in traffic, way past the petrol station, and kept thinking how would I clean myself if I squatted by the side of the road?....not to mention that my roadside .... would be world wide Powerslide news!! (Don't travel with Jum if you don't want an editorial on your travails the next day) My eyes were literally darting to and fro as I was wiping sweat from my brow, all the while looking for a relatively clandestine spot to make Pooh. Finally we get to the parking lot (after we missed the first exit off the carriage way ....... it!!) and I make a bee-line for the shitters. Bonnie asked, "aren't you coming up to the grand stand?", I answered as politely as I could to a lady I just met, "no thanks, I've got to .... again!." Sure enough, I made it to the toilets without incident. I quickly blasted out the last of the toxically-spicy Indian fare from its colonic dungeon and was good to go for the rest of the day! Whew.....I saved myself from Powerslide infamy. Now I just had to cope with was my private hell from residual spicy "Swamp Ass" for the rest of the day (as you can't properly cleanse your anus in a packed public restroom; I need baby wipes or paper towel with soap and water usually). Thank goodness it wasn't warm and humid outside, that makes for a much more unbearable swamp ass episode. God bless the frigid English summer!

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Classic!

GatorDuc said:

After that, (the petrol station) I thought I was good. However, 8 mins later, the old colon spasms started again, I started to sweat, and Levi and I were talking too much about "needing to spray mud". So I asked him if we could change the subject b/c I was getting anxious and felt as if I needed to .... again. Then the diarrhea panic started (you know, that prehistoric reflex that sets in when you have to .... but have nowhere to relieve your self). I was in traffic, way past the petrol station, and kept thinking how would I clean myself if I squatted by the side of the road?....not to mention that my roadside .... would be world wide Powerslide news!! (Don't travel with Jum if you don't want an editorial on your travails the next day) My eyes were literally darting to and fro as I was wiping sweat from my brow, all the while looking for a relatively clandestine spot to make Pooh. Finally we get to the parking lot (after we missed the first exit off the carriage way ....... it!!) and I make a bee-line for the shitters. Bonnie asked, "aren't you coming up to the grand stand?", I answered as politely as I could to a lady I just met, "no thanks, I've got to .... again!." Sure enough, I made it to the toilets without incident. I quickly blasted out the last of the toxically-spicy Indian fare from its colonic dungeon and was good to go for the rest of the day! Whew.....I saved myself from Powerslide infamy. Now all I had to cope with was my private hell from residually spicy "Swamp Ass" for the rest of the day (as you can't properly cleanse your anus in a packed public restroom; I need baby wipes or paper towel with soap and water usually). Thank goodness it wasn't warm and humid outside, that makes for a much more unbearable swamp ass episode. God bless the frigid English summer!

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Not so great reading while eating a bowl of bran for breakfast