[tcb] What a weekend

I really thought that only a very few people would be here, welcome to spend 
their nights here, I would be working at the show and staying, at least, 
Saturday night at the Eureka hotel. Then a bunch of my knucklehead friends 
showed up, including Kat and Dan. He is a sneaky MF.

Paul and Joe showed up and the Zone went immediately on my new four post lift 
(replacing the floor lift that tried to kill Dan. (Missed him by this much!) 
Paul was leaking tranny fluid, well, he wasn't, but his rig was, and we opened 
his big Allen nut on the side of the tranny and replaced the fluid he lost on 
the way. It took almost a full bottle of fluid. I invited Paul to stay for 
dinner, but as he sit in a chair he fell asleep. He had his sunglasses on so he 
looked more dead than asleep. He woke up and went to his hotel. He came back 
later and Big Balls replaced his seal but it had to be done again, I think 
because my air wrench didn't tighten the axle nut enough.

Dan got Homer on the lift to fix his accelerator cable. It was allot easier 
than earlier when he got under his bus in 100 degree heat, laying on asphalt 
that was just as hot and working on the underside of the engine which was even 
hotter.

Steve Big Balls brought a friend, Lloyd, who brought his girlfriend, Lisa. Mike 
and his charming wife June were here. Andrew and Debbie came later with my "K" 
hard cider in large economy bottles. Leo and his friend, Ed from the Buskatiers 
were here. No wolf no wife.
Steve spent 119 straight hours in the theatre watching whatever was on the big 
TV.

I spent all my time here with my friends and I didn't get up to the show at all 
Friday. When I did show up Saturday, I had no job. I had been asking about a 
job at the show for a month and was told Saturday that I didn't get a job 
because they knew I wouldn't do it. I am a slacker. A worthless turd. The guy 
at Chad's, our local Mom and Pop, told everyone that I don't have a job and he 
called me Denise. No matter what problem I have, Dan tells me that I have been 
that way since he met me.

I need to work on my image.

I am going to try to get Murray in shape to go to Busses Nowhere Near The Arch 
this weekend. Maybe I'll make some new friends who don't know me well enough to 
dislike me.

Boy, did this message get dark.

I think the ES show was outstanding. It was a little smaller, I think the were 
190+ cars. I think it could grow a little but there was a time that it was too 
big. As I understood it the German made trophies were sent back at the US 
border and returned to Germany. People got ribbons, not IOUs. And I am sure 
they will receive their trophies. Paul got a First Place blue ribbon and he 
kept it in his pocket so he could wave it in people's faces. He couldn't have 
done that with a trophy. The weather was great, just enough clouds to keep the 
temps down.

Thanks for all the peeps who came. The rest of you missed stuff that will never 
happen again. Those days are gone. You can never get them back. For the rest of 
you life you will wonder, "What if..."

Neenerneener.

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