Saturday 28th.
I'd planned on dragging my lazy ass out of bed at 10am, and setting off at 11ish, but the excitment and Antisipation juice was flowing, so I was wide awake at 7. I'd prepped the car on friday night and loaded in what I needed, The previous week, I'd removed everything that wasn't stuck or welded down.
I paced around for an hour orso, and when i'd realised that sat watching the NHL playoffs on American cable telly, whilst scratching ones testicles was non productive, I decided to crack on for germany, and go sit watch the VLN, before my pre arranged Date with the dreamboat that is Karl. Set off.
Got onto the A61, Bang, traffic
and just after i'd spent the best part of an hour melting in a non air conditioned , s.hit box, with a transmission tunnel you could fry an egg on, I hit another one, Mucho cursing later and after 3 and a half hours I made it (normally takes less than one and a half)
As I came past brunnchen, the amount of people was amazing, the car park stuffed full, and the two adjacent fields over the road, over flowing too. I carried onto PF1 where there was just about as many people, and watched the VLN through a see of german heads, all steadily getting lampooned on various cheap beers, whilst firing up BBQ's.
After about 20 mins I decided to call the rest of my notoriously late and lost party, to see how far from berlin they currently were, to my surprise they were actually heading in the right direction, But Paul in the Elise, had been nabbed by a car of Belgian facists, and marched off to the station, to pay the rather silly fine of 50 euros, for proppelling his carriage above the permitted limit. For this and other "mincing" reasons they were still a good hour or two away from Adenau
I was bored, a quick walk up the line, casting one eye on the VLN boys and another on various bits of ass (female) that were lining the track, and I decided it was time to head into Adenau. Jon R had lost his halfords chav sunstrip, after about 5 mins on the motorway, so he asked if I could find one, i decided to mooch into Adenau for a look. Shops closed , set of Part time bstards, after a 40 min walk from the bed shop into the middle.
I came back to the Pub to meet Karl, sat outside diet coke in hand, 20 minutes fashionably late, Sir karl of Adenau arrived, looking resplendant in his shorts and flip flops. We retired inside for a beer, where I was asked " Are you Weeman" I replied accordingly, and the laughter could be heard at Breidscheid above the wail of gt3's. It appeared the previous evening, they had been entertained with the " tale of the stupid northern monkey, and the quest of the e30 petrol cap" They were then treated to a repeat performance as karl informed a young canadian of the story again. (i'd asked for help removing the petrol cap on the beemer on the forum, and it turned out I wasn't turning it the right way
)
Eventually the convoy of lateness arrived, and Sir karls good lady too, and we walked upto Wierschiefen to watch the F1 circus. After a good 30 mins of watching grass grow, the glorified go kart arrived, and although it pains me to say it, was actually a pretty awesome spectacle. I retired to the pub for another, before leaving for the guest house and the quest to fit my seats...............................
I'd planned on dragging my lazy ass out of bed at 10am, and setting off at 11ish, but the excitment and Antisipation juice was flowing, so I was wide awake at 7. I'd prepped the car on friday night and loaded in what I needed, The previous week, I'd removed everything that wasn't stuck or welded down.
I paced around for an hour orso, and when i'd realised that sat watching the NHL playoffs on American cable telly, whilst scratching ones testicles was non productive, I decided to crack on for germany, and go sit watch the VLN, before my pre arranged Date with the dreamboat that is Karl. Set off.
Got onto the A61, Bang, traffic
and just after i'd spent the best part of an hour melting in a non air conditioned , s.hit box, with a transmission tunnel you could fry an egg on, I hit another one, Mucho cursing later and after 3 and a half hours I made it (normally takes less than one and a half)
As I came past brunnchen, the amount of people was amazing, the car park stuffed full, and the two adjacent fields over the road, over flowing too. I carried onto PF1 where there was just about as many people, and watched the VLN through a see of german heads, all steadily getting lampooned on various cheap beers, whilst firing up BBQ's.
After about 20 mins I decided to call the rest of my notoriously late and lost party, to see how far from berlin they currently were, to my surprise they were actually heading in the right direction, But Paul in the Elise, had been nabbed by a car of Belgian facists, and marched off to the station, to pay the rather silly fine of 50 euros, for proppelling his carriage above the permitted limit. For this and other "mincing" reasons they were still a good hour or two away from Adenau
I was bored, a quick walk up the line, casting one eye on the VLN boys and another on various bits of ass (female) that were lining the track, and I decided it was time to head into Adenau. Jon R had lost his halfords chav sunstrip, after about 5 mins on the motorway, so he asked if I could find one, i decided to mooch into Adenau for a look. Shops closed , set of Part time bstards, after a 40 min walk from the bed shop into the middle.
I came back to the Pub to meet Karl, sat outside diet coke in hand, 20 minutes fashionably late, Sir karl of Adenau arrived, looking resplendant in his shorts and flip flops. We retired inside for a beer, where I was asked " Are you Weeman" I replied accordingly, and the laughter could be heard at Breidscheid above the wail of gt3's. It appeared the previous evening, they had been entertained with the " tale of the stupid northern monkey, and the quest of the e30 petrol cap" They were then treated to a repeat performance as karl informed a young canadian of the story again. (i'd asked for help removing the petrol cap on the beemer on the forum, and it turned out I wasn't turning it the right way
)Eventually the convoy of lateness arrived, and Sir karls good lady too, and we walked upto Wierschiefen to watch the F1 circus. After a good 30 mins of watching grass grow, the glorified go kart arrived, and although it pains me to say it, was actually a pretty awesome spectacle. I retired to the pub for another, before leaving for the guest house and the quest to fit my seats...............................
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