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Re: ANNUAL MIAMI WRENCH SESSION - JAN 26-28, 2007
Ahhh, ok. Ready for the recap? Good. Prior warning, some content may be inappropriate for some viewers. Read at your own discretion.
Friday
Wrenching began shortly after me, Ian and John arrived in the mid afternoon. Before anyone knew it, we had Gary's Ty up in the air and me and Ian underneath it dropping out the gas tank for a new Walbro.
Dave Harris was already present and Leon showed up no to long afterwards followed by Warren and Keith. Inbetween all this, John decided to go make a beer run. Leon brought his own ammo and busted out the bottle of Hennessy. The rest of us not being big drinkers, it was left to John and Leon to get stupid as they so pleased.
We had a 70 GTX show up that Gary had done some previous work and worked stopped for a short while as we all drooled. Car was featured in Hot Rod.
Somewhere in the mix of getting back to the fuel pump, Lance showed up in his new customized GTO. Pinstripes and classic GTO badging made it one badass ride.
By this time, is getting dusk and we are bolting the tank back into the Ty. Took 3 hours with screwing around in between?
Back to John and Leon. They are for the most part lite up and starting to put on a show... more John than Leon. Leon is a nice drunk I guess you could say. By this time, John has started to make mention of going to the local nudie a short drive down the road. John is pretty much drunk. The bottle of Hennessy....yeah, well, there was about 1.5 shots left in the bottom after those 2. John couldnt get anyone to go with him and he wanted to go really bad, so he made a deal with me. Take his truck, drop him off and pick him up in an hour. Eh, ok.... hes getting pretty loud, so an hour shouldnt hurt. Leon opts to hang out, as he has a wife and being that hes drunk he'll be catching enough shit.
Off we go to the nudie. Short 5 minute drive, drop Johns ass off and see him walking in as I hit the U-turn at the light back to Garys.
Fast forward an hour later.... (Crank is a good movie, btw...) Time to pick up Mr. Boobies as promised. I get to the club and see John standing outside already. Ah cool... hes probably calmed down a bit now. I roll up and now can hear John yelling....er, slurring at the bouncer outside. Nope, he wasnt waiting at all, but in the midst of being booted from the boobie show. Oddly enough, John is holding a phone up to his ear. Now, John didnt take a phone with him to the club. I then realize that the phone is not a phone, but a pack of Marlboros. More yelling... FUs going everywhere, something about killing, and alot of mumbled slur I wasnt able to make out without being drunk myself I guess. ::shrug:: John finally realizes im there and starts his stumble over to the truck. I mouth to the bounder "sorry", he gives me a nod and off we go back to Garys. This is gonna be fun.
Back at Garys. John has now figured out that in the span of the hour, hes lost a few hundred dollars and hes drunker than ever. F'n great. Seeing how he followed with me and Ian, I opted to play babysitter at 1am in the morning. We did ponder handcuffs to the huge tree out front at one point. The group was amused for awhile though watching the fiasco.
What about Leon? Leon knows himself pretty well and decided to tap out and hang out in his truck. He was done. We did hear him laughing occasionally among other things coming out of his mouth. Insert imagination here.
Without going any further in details, I'll just say that Gary's truck suffered some battle damage after the night was over. Grapefruit sized dent in the hood. John spent his drunk ass in his truck all night which probably suffered some damage too.
Leon spent the night in his truck as well. Leon was gone by the time we woke up, John was still unconcious in his truck.
Oh yeah. Me and Gary hear water running in the walls of the house before going to bed. Nice. Time to turn off the water to the house cause this leak is gonna be huge. Its located in the slab, even more fun.
Lesson for this night:
When drinking Hennessy and Coke, mixing only barely a half of a 20oz bottle to a 750ml bottle of Hennessy doesnt come out with cheap results.
Saturday
Saturday started with Tyson calling me at 7am telling me hes on 83rd but not seeing any trucks. Still trying to wake up, I walk outside just as a loud integra cruises by. Then I hear the integra next to Tyson. Seems Tyson, Matt, and Micheal turned on 83rd Court and not 83rd AVE. Dumbasses were 1 road down and spent the night with a diesel and 35ft trailer in front of someones house. heheehehehehe.
What better way to start out the day than to eat breakfast at BK. Me and Ian jump into Garys Z28 and after a good hard launch and the top of 2nd later, we are at BK. The rest of the crew is soon behind the diesel.
We find out Gary is a damn pimp as a BK worker actually comes out to stroke Gary's lovely hair cause it reminded her of her dads
Gary didnt have an explaination, only that it was the first time in a very long time he considered cutting his hair again.
Belly full, we jump back into the Z28 and with the diesel behind us, I went ahead and lite up the tires good enough for the boys in the diesel to sniff some burned rubber. aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.
John was still sleeping in his truck. heh.
Wrenched on Garys truck and installed an AFPR and ABS Delete kit. In between we had burnouts, poop runs to BK, peeing in the bushes next to the parts Grand National.... lots of jokes.
Ate lots of pizza. Drank lots of water. John woke up sometime later and didnt remember one flipping thing. Not one thing. We showed him the calling card he left on Garys hood. John pretty much ate humble pie the rest of the day.
Got cleaned up and we all headed out to a local car show. Sys, Tys, vettes, and a lone Turbo Regal in which yours truely was driving.
Driving on the road, half of us got split up. While we sat on the side of the road waiting, I went ahead and did what anyone normal person would do behind the wheel of a Turbo Regal. I power brakes the SOB and did a burnout. Now, the Regal doesnt have posi, so the thing only spun one wheel...... but it was damn good enough to fill the cab up with smoke, and cover Gary's Sy in a plume of the white cloud to which Gary gets out thinking I blew the car up. heh. He also turned off his truck. It wouldnt start. heh. We finally got it jumped and off to the show we went. Nothing to exciting at the show.... except for Gary. After yaking with a guy for a bit, they both realized who each other was, to which the guy said he was a GM rep with pretty much one of everything SyTy. Of course, what does he do next..... oh yeah, no prob Gary, you can have it all..... for FREE. assbags.
We cruised from the show and everyone pretty much learned that the Turbo Regal hauls some ****ing ass when it gets some boost under its wheels. Not only that, that thing is damn scary to drive at triple digits when the thing handles like a tugboat in 20ft seas.
Turbo Regals kick ass.
We all BS the rest of the night, hang out.
Lesson learned for this night:
Dont let Gary leave your sight. He knows more people and gets more deals than most anyone I know.
Sunday
Junkyard!!! What can I say. The junkyard rules. Of course, you get me and Glenn together at a junkyard and there's bound to be some destruction. Few broken headlights, radiators, sidewindows, back windows, dented fenders, oil canisters, bending some valves, smashed sideview mirrors, scratching glenns name into a door, and a few dented bumpers, we didnt do to much damage.
Few of us made out with some parts. Few of us made out with some free parts as well.
All in all, a successfull weekend. Not to much to wrench on, but I think we all had plenty of fun. Muchas Grassy Ass to Gary once again for lending out his house for sleeping, eating, wrenching, and watering his grass the old fashioned way by peeing on it.
Ahhh, ok. Ready for the recap? Good. Prior warning, some content may be inappropriate for some viewers. Read at your own discretion.
Friday
Wrenching began shortly after me, Ian and John arrived in the mid afternoon. Before anyone knew it, we had Gary's Ty up in the air and me and Ian underneath it dropping out the gas tank for a new Walbro.
Dave Harris was already present and Leon showed up no to long afterwards followed by Warren and Keith. Inbetween all this, John decided to go make a beer run. Leon brought his own ammo and busted out the bottle of Hennessy. The rest of us not being big drinkers, it was left to John and Leon to get stupid as they so pleased.
We had a 70 GTX show up that Gary had done some previous work and worked stopped for a short while as we all drooled. Car was featured in Hot Rod.
Somewhere in the mix of getting back to the fuel pump, Lance showed up in his new customized GTO. Pinstripes and classic GTO badging made it one badass ride.
By this time, is getting dusk and we are bolting the tank back into the Ty. Took 3 hours with screwing around in between?
Back to John and Leon. They are for the most part lite up and starting to put on a show... more John than Leon. Leon is a nice drunk I guess you could say. By this time, John has started to make mention of going to the local nudie a short drive down the road. John is pretty much drunk. The bottle of Hennessy....yeah, well, there was about 1.5 shots left in the bottom after those 2. John couldnt get anyone to go with him and he wanted to go really bad, so he made a deal with me. Take his truck, drop him off and pick him up in an hour. Eh, ok.... hes getting pretty loud, so an hour shouldnt hurt. Leon opts to hang out, as he has a wife and being that hes drunk he'll be catching enough shit.
Off we go to the nudie. Short 5 minute drive, drop Johns ass off and see him walking in as I hit the U-turn at the light back to Garys.
Fast forward an hour later.... (Crank is a good movie, btw...) Time to pick up Mr. Boobies as promised. I get to the club and see John standing outside already. Ah cool... hes probably calmed down a bit now. I roll up and now can hear John yelling....er, slurring at the bouncer outside. Nope, he wasnt waiting at all, but in the midst of being booted from the boobie show. Oddly enough, John is holding a phone up to his ear. Now, John didnt take a phone with him to the club. I then realize that the phone is not a phone, but a pack of Marlboros. More yelling... FUs going everywhere, something about killing, and alot of mumbled slur I wasnt able to make out without being drunk myself I guess. ::shrug:: John finally realizes im there and starts his stumble over to the truck. I mouth to the bounder "sorry", he gives me a nod and off we go back to Garys. This is gonna be fun.
Back at Garys. John has now figured out that in the span of the hour, hes lost a few hundred dollars and hes drunker than ever. F'n great. Seeing how he followed with me and Ian, I opted to play babysitter at 1am in the morning. We did ponder handcuffs to the huge tree out front at one point. The group was amused for awhile though watching the fiasco.
What about Leon? Leon knows himself pretty well and decided to tap out and hang out in his truck. He was done. We did hear him laughing occasionally among other things coming out of his mouth. Insert imagination here.
Without going any further in details, I'll just say that Gary's truck suffered some battle damage after the night was over. Grapefruit sized dent in the hood. John spent his drunk ass in his truck all night which probably suffered some damage too.
Leon spent the night in his truck as well. Leon was gone by the time we woke up, John was still unconcious in his truck.
Oh yeah. Me and Gary hear water running in the walls of the house before going to bed. Nice. Time to turn off the water to the house cause this leak is gonna be huge. Its located in the slab, even more fun.
Lesson for this night:
When drinking Hennessy and Coke, mixing only barely a half of a 20oz bottle to a 750ml bottle of Hennessy doesnt come out with cheap results.
Saturday
Saturday started with Tyson calling me at 7am telling me hes on 83rd but not seeing any trucks. Still trying to wake up, I walk outside just as a loud integra cruises by. Then I hear the integra next to Tyson. Seems Tyson, Matt, and Micheal turned on 83rd Court and not 83rd AVE. Dumbasses were 1 road down and spent the night with a diesel and 35ft trailer in front of someones house. heheehehehehe.
What better way to start out the day than to eat breakfast at BK. Me and Ian jump into Garys Z28 and after a good hard launch and the top of 2nd later, we are at BK. The rest of the crew is soon behind the diesel.
We find out Gary is a damn pimp as a BK worker actually comes out to stroke Gary's lovely hair cause it reminded her of her dads
Belly full, we jump back into the Z28 and with the diesel behind us, I went ahead and lite up the tires good enough for the boys in the diesel to sniff some burned rubber. aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.
John was still sleeping in his truck. heh.
Wrenched on Garys truck and installed an AFPR and ABS Delete kit. In between we had burnouts, poop runs to BK, peeing in the bushes next to the parts Grand National.... lots of jokes.
Ate lots of pizza. Drank lots of water. John woke up sometime later and didnt remember one flipping thing. Not one thing. We showed him the calling card he left on Garys hood. John pretty much ate humble pie the rest of the day.
Got cleaned up and we all headed out to a local car show. Sys, Tys, vettes, and a lone Turbo Regal in which yours truely was driving.
Driving on the road, half of us got split up. While we sat on the side of the road waiting, I went ahead and did what anyone normal person would do behind the wheel of a Turbo Regal. I power brakes the SOB and did a burnout. Now, the Regal doesnt have posi, so the thing only spun one wheel...... but it was damn good enough to fill the cab up with smoke, and cover Gary's Sy in a plume of the white cloud to which Gary gets out thinking I blew the car up. heh. He also turned off his truck. It wouldnt start. heh. We finally got it jumped and off to the show we went. Nothing to exciting at the show.... except for Gary. After yaking with a guy for a bit, they both realized who each other was, to which the guy said he was a GM rep with pretty much one of everything SyTy. Of course, what does he do next..... oh yeah, no prob Gary, you can have it all..... for FREE. assbags.
We cruised from the show and everyone pretty much learned that the Turbo Regal hauls some ****ing ass when it gets some boost under its wheels. Not only that, that thing is damn scary to drive at triple digits when the thing handles like a tugboat in 20ft seas.
Turbo Regals kick ass.
We all BS the rest of the night, hang out.
Lesson learned for this night:
Dont let Gary leave your sight. He knows more people and gets more deals than most anyone I know.
Sunday
Junkyard!!! What can I say. The junkyard rules. Of course, you get me and Glenn together at a junkyard and there's bound to be some destruction. Few broken headlights, radiators, sidewindows, back windows, dented fenders, oil canisters, bending some valves, smashed sideview mirrors, scratching glenns name into a door, and a few dented bumpers, we didnt do to much damage.
Few of us made out with some parts. Few of us made out with some free parts as well.
All in all, a successfull weekend. Not to much to wrench on, but I think we all had plenty of fun. Muchas Grassy Ass to Gary once again for lending out his house for sleeping, eating, wrenching, and watering his grass the old fashioned way by peeing on it.
