Yeah, and we're all like totally "WHATEVER"...
Sorry mate that you couldn't be with us in our camp.
We were surrounded by Aussies and Germans. I've never been in the midst of so damn many cool people. My buddies and I had the greatest effin' time as of late. Thursday brought the drunken "I can kick your face" face off between George "Jughead" and J.B., The "Desert Rat"
J.B. found his love interest and her poser piece of shit BMW driving asshole of a boyfriend and I thought for sure he'd sneak to her tent and pop a r4ound in his head just to get near her soiled underwear.
The practices were awesome in every respect and we hung around for all we could take with respect to getting the shit burned out of our skin under the cool yet unrelenting afternoon Monterey Peninsula Sun.
Keep in mind that the Adrian Barbeau "FOG" came in relentlessly each afternoon and it was pretty cool from PM to late AM.
I got pretty disappointed when The Doctor disappeared and did not show coming around the cork screw where we sat on the hill facing the venue.
Man, I wanted him to tap back into the spirit, but it was not so much to be.
Being the cherry to MC races and starting out with a premiere GP venue, this old fart was wide eyed and bushy tailed to all the happenings including the bevy of breasts on parade. Who were the hottest sponsor babes??????
We couldn't get enough of them literally! Seeing them on Friday and looking for them the rest of the weekend had J.B. in a most frenzied state! Sure the other babes were delixious, especially under the custom Yamaha Tent (Young sumptuous Meagan), but the Brammo babes were sublimely erotic and sexually charged with super fem mojo!!!!!!!!
Now, I've never seen such a field of bikes of every sort assembled in one spot anywhere I have ever gone, including my dreams. A fine assortment of beaters all the way up to Benchmarks. Near and dear to my heart, and Stan's too was a foxy Bultaco Metrella in pristene shape with a motor that sounded as if it was right off the showroom floor. Never mind the parade of LC Yamaha 350's, a prime Triumph '72 650 in rootbear color. These are the "ride in" bikes, mind you. Duc and Yammie had their own cordoned off areas for parking, so......they were "special".
The rest of us mutts had to catch as catch can.
I have more to say for sure as I cannot express in words right now the bonerific feeling of the race bikes slamming into each corner and ringing it to the rev limiters on each straight no matter how long or short.
I know my boys MUST be with me the next time.
I also know we should be making reservations NOW!!!!!!!!