SF Supercross - 2004        Dave's Draft

(The positive side of 04SFSX)

 

 It all starts with the club rewarding itself for another fine crab feed. We  decide the club needs a little stress relief at the supercross. Shane M pulls through again in the fouth quarter with 25 great seats lower level in front of the triple. Chris then one ups  with a 50 passenger luxury bus tv's and all. We had sold some spots on the bus to any members friends needing a ride, thanks for joining us. It turned out perfect with seating due to some members driving themselves to go to after race party. Start time is delayed one hour due to Ivan's late night battle with an Indian Casino, a Mini Cooper and adult beverages.

 

Once rolling everyone settles in and places an order of jack and cokes to our new stewardess Ivan. What a great way for a group to travel to the SX. We make it there in descent time a little traffic and a pull over to let Tony and Keith off for the gay pride parade, see you fellas later.

 

(Tony was the hot ticket at the parade - Here is a guy looking to take Dotty's place)------>

 

It's there we picked up a new passenger who wants to join us named Dotty Polka, what a gal, never a problem all day. It's here we take a group photo the last time will all be together. It's also here we learn that the nice quiet members don't drink jack and cokes much and miscalculated their tolerance levels.

 

It's decided a good walk would do us all good so we head to the pits. Tony being the gentleman that he is tells Dotty that since she forgot shoes he would give her a piggy back ride, what a guy.

 

 

Everyone in the pits is drawn toward Tony and his new friend, meeting Bevo, Lamy, Playmates,our bud Jeff, and even showed their patriotism to the armed forces.

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Back to the bus for jackets and a little top off for those of us able. Dotty Polka decides she's had enough and is gonna just rest in the bus.

 

 

Another mile back to the track and we're in. What a great place for a SX. The stadium is amazing with not a bad seat in the house. Once seated, Steve decides he needs a nap. Good night Steve! We'll wake you when it's over. Hey Steve since you're sleeping you don't mind holding our jackets do ya, I didn't think so. How bout some popcorn, Steve, Steve, you OK?

 

 

Walking around and watching the races was the best, so much electricity, everyone yelling, what a great night of racing it was. Back to the bus we go (at least I thought).

 

Head count says we're short one, we wait an hour till the bus driver says she can't wait any longer. One guy jumps out and say's he'll find him. The driver was being pretty cool and starts heading toward the stadium right down a one way O-@#$. "Any of you losers sober enough to help me back this bus out of here?" the driver asked.  Once we got turned around the drivers patience were done, no phone calls - nothing, we're out of here. Oh by the way you guys sure pee a lot - the holding tanks full (payback).

 

Half-way home we pull over at a Wendy's , nobody makes it inside. Good thing the doors were locked. They let some walk through the drive thru for food. Damn it, all I want when I got the munchies is Taco Bell. Slept (others might say passed out) till Chris's shop and headed home, thanks for driving Wayne.

 

I sure am glad they show the race the next morning so I could tell my wife what happened !!!