Usually, the Carlisle Custom Compact Nationals serves as the de-virginizing event for all Super Street FNGs. It's where I had my flower taken from me. I can remember it like it was last Tuesday. I got lost on numerous occasions because the locals gave me directions that would somehow lead me back to wherever I had started from. It was my first time visiting a rural part of America's country roads and one of my first experiences spent away from a major metropolis. Needless to say, I was shocked. And it wasn't because of the horse and buggies I saw carrying Amish families, but because there was a huge car scene. Fast-forward three years to the present and I can see that it's flourished quite well. The pictures here serve as a testament to how big it's become. With a multitude of show cars and Backstreet Boys-wannabes, I'm sad that we couldn't send either of our latest FNGs, Jimmy or Colin; they would have fit in perfectly. I even had our East Coast sidekick, Daren Proctor, and a group of young men and women waiting to jump them at their hotel rooms as a way of saying, "welcome to the club." Another great plan foiled.