Patriotism comes in many forms. We like her enthusiasm. A lot.
Oh yeah, wait until you see me do the Cabbage Patch. No, nothe Roger Rabbit.
Gary Colemans car made a rare appearance.
The Claw is our master
As we boarded the plane to head to Northern California, we were all kinda wondering, Should we have driven? We were still a little shaky about flying since the September tragedy, and that was definitely one question that boggled the mind as preparations were made to cover the Hot Import Nights event in San Mateo. But in the end, flying became the choice of travel for the crew.
When we arrived at Hot Import Nights, we noticed something a little different. People were solemn yet receptive, but considering the chilly weather and the events of recent times, everyone seemed to still have a good time. The event was just what the doctor ordered. The parties, the women, the cars, the women it turned out to be the makings of am import party extraordinaire. Hanging out all night, mingling with the natives, and checking out cars is what its all about around here at Super Street.
As soon as we returned from the slightly frigid climate of NorCal from the San Mateo show, we had to head to the southern rainforest-like heat of Irvine, California, for yet another Hot Import Daze show. The destination was the Hidden Valley Parkformerly known as the Lion Country Safari. The jungle backdrop made for an awesome setting for this chapter in the HID saga. Through the din of the crowds and the music blasting from the car stereos, I could almost hear Steve Irwin yelling something about a wild animal biting him on the bumbut it may have been my imagination. The only wildlife I was interested in was in full force and wearing skimpy clothingpurr! And of course there were the cars. Shows like these bring out all of the best garage babies and daily drivers that the area has to offer, and this show was no exception.
Everything from Ford Focuses to twin-turbo Supras and mini-trucks were lined up to graze the grass of the showfield, while their caretakers groomed. Now, if I could just prevent Derrick from trying to take home some of the local two-legged fauna, I think wed be all set. Down, Simba! Down!