Traffic Jam

What you don’t know is that the lady in the red is actually part of the elaborate paint job.

We know this picture is going to end up on rikdaddy.com eventually.

“Who would have thought that doing the Robot would be cool again?”

My weekends are generally pretty boring. But just because I’m not doing anything at home doesn’t mean that I’m happy spending two hours in bumper-to-bumper traffic looking for a parking spot. By the way the lines wrapped around the outside of the LA Convention Center, you’d think that Hot Import Nights was the NBA finals. We at Super Street never ask for VIP treatment, and everyone knows we don’t get it, but to make Nads and me stand in line for over an hour just to get tickets to cover the event is beyond insane. I guess we were feeling a little too brave that night, cuz Nads and I both went through security at the same time. That wasn’t so bad, but then three other security guards must have been having power trip wars or something. One told us to go on the other side of the front door, then the other one told us we had to go inside, the third one told us we had to go back outside, and the first one told us we had to go back inside. News flash, you guys aren’t real cops, even though you probably make more money than us. Thanks for kicking us out of the VIP room also. What on God’s green earth can make this day any better? Oh, a cellie call from Jonny Wong telling me that Sharon Sotto is looking for me. That could go both ways. With the way this day has gone so far, it’s probably just so she could punch me in the stomach, steal my camera batteries, and expose all my undeveloped film to direct sunlight. While I was wandering around looking for her, I checked out the A’PEXi Skyline at the Nissan booth and downed a couple blues at the Pepsi booth. When I finally found her, I felt more like a kid in elementary school—I didn’t know if I should say “hi” or pull her hair. Surprisingly, she wasn’t pissed off, but more than happy to see me. OK, I can die happily now that I’ve confirmed that Sharon Sotto is not only super hot, but quite possibly one of the nicest girls in the world. Oh yeah, to that dork that was talking smack about my boy Jonny’s brown shirt, let me introduce you to my friend Dee. Deez nuts, sucka, I hope you got a good picture of Jonny’s back.