When we finally landed in Daytona, we remembered that we didn't book a rental car, so we just grabbed a ride with this crazy Hell's Angel-looking cab driver. The rest of the night became quite a blur. All I remember is the Clippers losing to the Lakers and buying a pizza from the Pizza Dude in the Plaza Hotel lobby before I passed out.
Thursday, March 18:
I woke up with half a pizza on my bed and my cell phone under my pillow. Don't even ask me how that happened because I have no idea. We headed to the airport to pick up our Nitrous Express Editor For a Day winner, David Ortiz. We proceeded to brutalize him because we were bored. Now this is a strange kid. I didn't want to say anything at the time, but I think I saw him petting Jonny's hair while he was sleeping. We brought him to check out this shop called Ride (www.radicalride.com) and then to visit legendary audio installer, Fishman. I think the moment that the Barton twin sisters showed up could quite possibly be the highlight of his life. Now, I'm not going to say whether these girls are hot or not; I'll leave that up to you to decide. But I will say that these are the only blonde girls in history that the ever-so-ugly-yet-picky Chimpy has ever said something positive about.
We ate dinner at the Japanese restaurant down the street with Yamz and Phillipe Chavez from Tein. As expected, we got the dumbest waitress on the planet. C-R-A-N-B-E-R-R-Y J-U-I-C-E. Cranberry juice. Got it? Sheesh. Afterwards, it was back to the Plaza bar while Chimpy passed out in my hotel room and left the door wide open.
Friday, March 19 and Saturday, March 20:
These two days kind of blended into one long one. As far as I know, I woke up one morning with a chubby Indian dude on my couch and it was hot as hell. Stupid Chimpy left the heater on. Another night some rent-a-cops almost busted me because I was pounding on Jonny's door looking for the king of ADD himself, Chimpy. Then there's the Anti Deal-Sealer posse, which consisted of Yamz and Otis. You can read about that in my Chu's or Lose.
But those are besides the point. These were the two days of the GM Tuner Bash, and I was pretty anxious to see how much it's evolved since the first time I came here two years ago. There were a grip of cars and even more spectators, which is a good thing. At many points throughout the day it was impossible to even walk through the lot because it was so crowded. That's the way that we do events here at Super Street. In full effect, nobody can compare. I can't even count how many tons of giveaway prizes our sponsors provided, but I know it was more than all of our yearly salaries added together. You think I'm joking? Go find someone who went to the GM Tuner Bash and ask them how much free stuff they got. Then multiply that by, let's say, 100,000. Yeah, makes our paychecks look like a joke.
Ah, yes, the concerts. Digital Underground and Fabolous. I remember the Humpty Dance, but that's pretty much it. But then again, anything these guys rapped would have been better than listening to our DJ play Usher and the Ying Yang Twins back to back for two days straight. Get some new CDs or quit.
Sunday, March 21:
By now everyone is beat. It didn't help that they strip searched me, then went through all of Nads' and J. Wo's camera gear while "final boarding" for our flight was announced over the loudspeakers. Great, I get a middle seat. All I want to do is sleep.
It's good to be home again.-Rik "Anger management worked for me" Chu