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BlogSonic Commerce is now open, and the line at 10:45am was non existent. As it got closer to lunch, one started forming in the parking lot behind it, and by 11:15 there were 4 cars in each line. Consequently you can only enter from Haggerty road, as the Pontiac Trail entrance is closed during the opening rush. I plan to return tonight to see what the evening wait will be.
This is history in the making! Today
Stavos broke the 1,000 comment barrier after a cryptic remark on my
Cougarfest update. As promised, a google-adsense-check funded trip to Kart2Kart in his honor is in order. All 3 people who read and post to this blog are hereby invited to the to-be-announced event. The senator will also be presented with the lamest cake I can find to enjoy between karting heats, pieces of which fellow attendees are invited to throw in his face. Pick your date and attendees Senator Kelley, the people are in awe of your ability to make 1,000 snide remarks on 970 examples of uninteresting material. They're also amazed the Access database can actually count that high.
Cougarfest 2009 was held in South Bend, Indiana this year. AutoCross was at the
Tire Rack Test Track, drag event at
Osceola Dragway and the main show at
Bendix Woods Park. With all the scattered locations, driving between them doubled as our traffic-blocking cruise, which angered enough motorists to meet the required Cougarfest quotas. A surprising number of new members attended this year to compensate for the veterans who didn't, resulting in the now average 65 Cougars. I'm sure the current average Cougar giveaway price of $3,000 helped. Notable events include a sheered engine mount at the track, touring the Tire Rack facility, a 75 minute odyssey visiting 3 of the 5 "bendix park" locations in South Bend, an
off roading semi and of course parking lot shenanigans. I would never have predicted an 11 year run out of this event, and all indications point to several more years before anyone calls it quits.
After years of believing she did not like golfing, Lisa discovered that in fact, she did. The fact that it also offered an excuse to purchase multiple golfing outfits may have had something to do with the decision. The discovery led to a golf event of
epic proportions and almost resulted in the cranky starter kicking us off the course. Fortunately Lisas baseball swing and intoxication made him think twice about approaching us, and we successfully completed a full 9 holes.
With
Myrn in the Philippines and
Stavos in North Carolina, my online activity meter has dropped to 5% of it's usual rate. Nobody even comes close to conversing about nothing quite as well as the dynamic duo of nonsense. With no outlet for my babbling, I've been forced to talk to Lisa, who has a much lower tolerance for nonsense. I can only hope they return before she divorces me from frustration.
After Lisa's unexpected
warming to the motorcycle, it was time to upgrade to
professional gear. I was surprised it only took an hour to find the acceptable combination of cute and functional. The test run consisted of a trip to Coney Island for some
lunch followed by some
paparazzi stalking at the local Rite Aid. It goes without saying I'm tickled pink about finally upgrading to the "hot chick on the back" stage and can only hope one day she'll get her own bike and a girlfriend to form the ultimate "two hot chicks on a bike"
July 4th was
powered by the Schwartz's this year, resulting in an unprecedented fun factor of over 85%. After forcing them to watch Lisa and I eat our dinner, we treated them to some croquet and almost enough beer to get Lindsay and Lisa to make out (the missing 15% in the fun factor). After accepting the lack of girl-on-girl, we moved on to the main event: a bonfire and illegal mortar fireworks. Intoxication prevented planning a successful triple-launch, ending instead with a boring double-launch. Here's to hoping for a higher alcohol content beer for 100% fun factor next year.
Our initial plan to disc golf at Kensington was foiled when the shirtless pro disc golfers informed us there was league play in progress. Fearful of long waits (and more shirtless pro golfers),
Steve, Keith, Lisa and I decided on the
usual Cass Benton course instead, while Lindsay was assigned to clean her house. Lisa was sufficiently intoxicated to provide
ample entertainment, and the game was uneventful until a stinky hippie tried to steal my Valkyrie disc. I was forced to beat his patchouli smelling ass until he coughed it up and fled into the woods, leaving his dime bag for us to enjoy. Surprised we were not yet sick of each other, we reassigned Schwartz to the group for some mongolian BBQ. A game of frisbee disc torture followed in an attempt to discover who would suffer the worst non-lethal injury, followed by 1 vs 100 and shenanigans to round out the evening.
My first autocross of the season had only 90 people show up to the event, which meant each heat had 5 runs at the course, so my last two were
actually respectable. The deteriorating parking lot of the Palace also offered up plenty of opportunity to drift around the corners, which I did successfully except for my last run when I exited the cone slalom perpendicular to the course. Of course my
biggest fan attended which made all the difference.
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