Let me set the record straight one more time: We really do a lot work here at Super Street. Everyone thinks it's just one huge-ass party up in here-but it's not. Just because we take mandatory four-hour lunches, you assume that's all that we do-but it's not. When it came down to decide which editors were going to the third annual Spring Break Tuner Bash in Daytona Beach, Florida, everyone jumped out of their seats. That's how considerate we are here at the office. We don't want someone else to have to go through the pain and agony of dealing with crowded planes, jet lag, and traffic. After a brutal game of rock-paper-scissors, the final vote for who would get on the plane to Daytona Beach was Nads, ADS Russ, and me. It actually worked out better for Jonny since he already had scheduled an appointment with his personal fitness trainer for the same dates we'd be gone. Not to work out or anything-Jonny just wanted to know how many more carbs he could eat before his manboobs sprouted to a healthy D cup.
It's hard work, we're telling ya. We're not as young as we thought we were (especially Nads). It's not like we were planning on covering the Tuner Bash all day, then staying up all night partying at the Plaza Resort and Spa's Club 600 North. We wouldn't hear of such behavior in our condition. Even searching through the TV channels to find a Kylie Minogue exercise commercial tires us sometimes. Could these two days bring the best of what the Tuner Bash has to offer?
Oh yeah, baby, it's already been broughten. Scope out dope cars from Import Showoff presented by Meguiar's, hot mommas from the Nitrous Express bikini contests, games from Sony PlayStation2, Outlaw dyno challenges, concerts from Donald Glaude, and an exclusive DJ set by Ken Jordan and Scott Kirkland, also known as The Crystal Method. To the majority of the population, this would be like heaven. Not to mention the fact that Tuner Bash takes place in one of the illest cities in our beloved country to celebrate Spring Break.
So what the hell are we doing downplaying the fact that each and every one of us wanted to be at the Tuner Bash for our own enjoyment? OK, you caught us. We're just blabbering a bunch of nonsense, hoping to deter other staff members from taking our places next year. Once you see all the pictures, everyone will realize that the Tuner Bash is the hot spot and nothing we write will make anyone think otherwise. Well, except for Nads, since he wasn't aware that the fuzz was coming down so hard on the party people this year. In a feeble attempt to get a neckful of beads, he ran up and down A1A Boulevard bearing his vigorous he-breasts for all to see. He almost got away with it, too, until he made a second round showing off his thong, thong, thong. End result: a hefty $150 fine and a court order for him to never present himself in public in anything less than a T-shirt and pants. That didn't stop Russ from trying to seal the deal to make a perfect weekend, but something apparently did. (Trust me, I'm just as disappointed as you are.-RB)