I just got back home and I'm sitting here giggling like a school girl reminiscing about all the crazy stuff that happened this weekend.
--> Got to drive a SP63 Supra, if I ever hear anyone bad mouthing those cars again, I will personally kick him in the nuts. That car gets as many looks as any Z and I even intimidated a Porsche Carrera with it...orgasmic satisfaction for an NA driver.--> Rode a bad-ass Minibike, thanks a million Wagz (ya prick!). All you monkeys who claim I was shaky on it can piss off, I'm a natural! Spee, had you crashed it into my car, I would have beat the black off you =) --> I got to be surrounded by TTs on the 202 (my gf's still wondering why all you guys were going Pssshhhhhh Psshhhhhhhh everytime you passed me, I told her it was because your cars were broken and mine was the only one in the bunch running perfectly...) --> Got my Z diagnosed by Doctor Bernie and his Consult, thanks bro --> Most importantly, my gf has always made fun of my Z enthusiasm and thought of us sports car guys as macho shallow jerks who only know how to discuss cars, I finally showed her what it's all about and what you guys were all about. You were all so friendly that you left both her and myself in aww....dammit, I promised myself I wouldn't get emotional... Thanks so much everyone, until next time! George PS: Extra special thanks to Chris who took care of my lost Canadian ass the 1st night I got to NYC
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