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St. Jude Donor '08-'09
Advice to newbies on the OCC Run:
The new guy should have extra gas, food and clothing. I, along with two other vettes from S. Jersey were the new guys once, and when the shi8 hit the fan, all hell broke loose. We were left to fend for ourselves, since we were never up in this part of NY, we were completley and utterly lost.
Once in a while we'd hear chatter on the frs radio, but little did we know that Alex had a secret sub-channel for the chosen few. Using high powered binocculars we did catch a glimpse of a few vettes on an over pass, or down in a valley, but never got back to the caravan. As night was falling, we actually found an open petro station(its what the hick Nyer's call it)and we fueled up, and bought the reamining three packs of WWll surplus crackers he had, but the attandent couldn't tell us where the interstate was.
Finally after meandering for what seemed like4-5 hours but really was a half an hour, we found a TR coupe with a Ny plate reading 6spd98 and an odd old fellow driving it. He seemed like a nice enough old coot, but was as lost as we were, and so onward we went, heading into the direction opposite of the setting sun, figuring if we head east, we'll hit civilzation or the Atlantic Ocean.
Then we saw it, an interstate 80 sign, and we made the trek home. Did our troubles end there, is this the end of the story, is the saga finally over, of course not or i wouldn't have just asked those questions, would I?
When I got home, my shirt was ripped, belt undone, smelled of cheap hooker perfume, and didn't have any cash in my wallet. (there's this little ***** house on 22 I had to stop at and use the bathroom) My wife suspected something when I went to urinate and I yelled 'it burns". After putting her fears to rest, and offering to show online pictures to prove I was at this event, it all came back to me. Of course there weren't any pictures with me in it, I'd been ditched, offered up to the cops looking for vettes like the black guys from the civil war on the front lines were there just to knock cannon ***** down to keep whitey from getting hurt.
If only I had been more prepared, a map, real directions, with the correct exit and rt numbers, a radio scanner, so that when channels are used that you are unaware of the radio scanner can lock on.
So now I sit here typing from the flea rest motel, (wife left, took the kids, cars, trucks, money, frs radio,)hoping the new guy takes my advice and comes well prepared. (ps, when hitting a ***** house, always have a stop at a place you can take a shower and change clothes)
The new guy should have extra gas, food and clothing. I, along with two other vettes from S. Jersey were the new guys once, and when the shi8 hit the fan, all hell broke loose. We were left to fend for ourselves, since we were never up in this part of NY, we were completley and utterly lost.
Once in a while we'd hear chatter on the frs radio, but little did we know that Alex had a secret sub-channel for the chosen few. Using high powered binocculars we did catch a glimpse of a few vettes on an over pass, or down in a valley, but never got back to the caravan. As night was falling, we actually found an open petro station(its what the hick Nyer's call it)and we fueled up, and bought the reamining three packs of WWll surplus crackers he had, but the attandent couldn't tell us where the interstate was.
Finally after meandering for what seemed like4-5 hours but really was a half an hour, we found a TR coupe with a Ny plate reading 6spd98 and an odd old fellow driving it. He seemed like a nice enough old coot, but was as lost as we were, and so onward we went, heading into the direction opposite of the setting sun, figuring if we head east, we'll hit civilzation or the Atlantic Ocean.
Then we saw it, an interstate 80 sign, and we made the trek home. Did our troubles end there, is this the end of the story, is the saga finally over, of course not or i wouldn't have just asked those questions, would I?
When I got home, my shirt was ripped, belt undone, smelled of cheap hooker perfume, and didn't have any cash in my wallet. (there's this little ***** house on 22 I had to stop at and use the bathroom) My wife suspected something when I went to urinate and I yelled 'it burns". After putting her fears to rest, and offering to show online pictures to prove I was at this event, it all came back to me. Of course there weren't any pictures with me in it, I'd been ditched, offered up to the cops looking for vettes like the black guys from the civil war on the front lines were there just to knock cannon ***** down to keep whitey from getting hurt.
If only I had been more prepared, a map, real directions, with the correct exit and rt numbers, a radio scanner, so that when channels are used that you are unaware of the radio scanner can lock on.
So now I sit here typing from the flea rest motel, (wife left, took the kids, cars, trucks, money, frs radio,)hoping the new guy takes my advice and comes well prepared. (ps, when hitting a ***** house, always have a stop at a place you can take a shower and change clothes)
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From: Westchester New York
St. Jude Donor '07-'08
Advice to newbies on the OCC Run:
The new guy should have extra gas, food and clothing. I, along with two other vettes from S. Jersey were the new guys once, and when the shi8 hit the fan, all hell broke loose. We were left to fend for ourselves, since we were never up in this part of NY, we were completley and utterly lost.
Once in a while we'd hear chatter on the frs radio, but little did we know that Alex had a secret sub-channel for the chosen few. Using high powered binocculars we did catch a glimpse of a few vettes on an over pass, or down in a valley, but never got back to the caravan. As night was falling, we actually found an open petro station(its what the hick Nyer's call it)and we fueled up, and bought the reamining three packs of WWll surplus crackers he had, but the attandent couldn't tell us where the interstate was.
Finally after meandering for what seemed like4-5 hours but really was a half an hour, we found a TR coupe with a Ny plate reading 6spd98 and an odd old fellow driving it. He seemed like a nice enough old coot, but was as lost as we were, and so onward we went, heading into the direction opposite of the setting sun, figuring if we head east, we'll hit civilzation or the Atlantic Ocean.
Then we saw it, an interstate 80 sign, and we made the trek home. Did our troubles end there, is this the end of the story, is the saga finally over, of course not or i wouldn't have just asked those questions, would I?
When I got home, my shirt was ripped, belt undone, smelled of cheap hooker perfume, and didn't have any cash in my wallet. (there's this little ***** house on 22 I had to stop at and use the bathroom) My wife suspected something when I went to urinate and I yelled 'it burns". After putting her fears to rest, and offering to show online pictures to prove I was at this event, it all came back to me. Of course there weren't any pictures with me in it, I'd been ditched, offered up to the cops looking for vettes like the black guys from the civil war on the front lines were there just to knock cannon ***** down to keep whitey from getting hurt.
If only I had been more prepared, a map, real directions, with the correct exit and rt numbers, a radio scanner, so that when channels are used that you are unaware of the radio scanner can lock on.
So now I sit here typing from the flea rest motel, (wife left, took the kids, cars, trucks, money, frs radio,)hoping the new guy takes my advice and comes well prepared. (ps, when hitting a ***** house, always have a stop at a place you can take a shower and change clothes)
The new guy should have extra gas, food and clothing. I, along with two other vettes from S. Jersey were the new guys once, and when the shi8 hit the fan, all hell broke loose. We were left to fend for ourselves, since we were never up in this part of NY, we were completley and utterly lost.
Once in a while we'd hear chatter on the frs radio, but little did we know that Alex had a secret sub-channel for the chosen few. Using high powered binocculars we did catch a glimpse of a few vettes on an over pass, or down in a valley, but never got back to the caravan. As night was falling, we actually found an open petro station(its what the hick Nyer's call it)and we fueled up, and bought the reamining three packs of WWll surplus crackers he had, but the attandent couldn't tell us where the interstate was.
Finally after meandering for what seemed like4-5 hours but really was a half an hour, we found a TR coupe with a Ny plate reading 6spd98 and an odd old fellow driving it. He seemed like a nice enough old coot, but was as lost as we were, and so onward we went, heading into the direction opposite of the setting sun, figuring if we head east, we'll hit civilzation or the Atlantic Ocean.
Then we saw it, an interstate 80 sign, and we made the trek home. Did our troubles end there, is this the end of the story, is the saga finally over, of course not or i wouldn't have just asked those questions, would I?
When I got home, my shirt was ripped, belt undone, smelled of cheap hooker perfume, and didn't have any cash in my wallet. (there's this little ***** house on 22 I had to stop at and use the bathroom) My wife suspected something when I went to urinate and I yelled 'it burns". After putting her fears to rest, and offering to show online pictures to prove I was at this event, it all came back to me. Of course there weren't any pictures with me in it, I'd been ditched, offered up to the cops looking for vettes like the black guys from the civil war on the front lines were there just to knock cannon ***** down to keep whitey from getting hurt.
If only I had been more prepared, a map, real directions, with the correct exit and rt numbers, a radio scanner, so that when channels are used that you are unaware of the radio scanner can lock on.
So now I sit here typing from the flea rest motel, (wife left, took the kids, cars, trucks, money, frs radio,)hoping the new guy takes my advice and comes well prepared. (ps, when hitting a ***** house, always have a stop at a place you can take a shower and change clothes)
GEORGE I LOVE YA BABE!!! Reading your story first thing in the morning is just well awesome!!!
Thank God I know somewhat Orange County
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From: For the strength of the pack is the wolf . . . . . . and the strength of the wolf is the pack.
Thanks very much for bringing this to class, Linda. Let's discuss.
First - what are we looking for? In butts, there are 4 things: curvature, proportion, symmetry, and firmness. It's as simple as that. Guys are simple creatures. Size itself is not as important, if the proportion and symmetry are there. We'd like to see a nice "heart" shape. Firm is important. Points off for saddlebags (JLo, or the C5), or skeleton effect (Kate Moss). If I can bounce a quarter of her butt - That's a ten (Jaime Pressley, or the C6).
In pants, we are looking for lines that accentuate, or enhance the shape of the anatomy. Like the lines of a car. The lines of the clothing (in this case - the pockets) cannot clash or distract from the anatomical structure. Better to wear no clothes, than to wear bad clothes. That's a basic rule.
Here's my assessment (from left to right):
First - what are we looking for? In butts, there are 4 things: curvature, proportion, symmetry, and firmness. It's as simple as that. Guys are simple creatures. Size itself is not as important, if the proportion and symmetry are there. We'd like to see a nice "heart" shape. Firm is important. Points off for saddlebags (JLo, or the C5), or skeleton effect (Kate Moss). If I can bounce a quarter of her butt - That's a ten (Jaime Pressley, or the C6).
In pants, we are looking for lines that accentuate, or enhance the shape of the anatomy. Like the lines of a car. The lines of the clothing (in this case - the pockets) cannot clash or distract from the anatomical structure. Better to wear no clothes, than to wear bad clothes. That's a basic rule.
Here's my assessment (from left to right):
Girl No 1: Probably the nicest butt of the three, but bad pockets. See how the bottom of the left pocket goes past the curvature of her glut into the top of her thigh? A 
The line of the pocket needs to follow the curvature of the buttock. Her jacket does a good job of framing her shape. Rating: a solid 8.
Girl No 2: Probably the second best butt, but the nicest pockets. See how they follow her curvature? Nice. The pants, however, are too loose. Her top hangs too low, and that belt has to go. Rating: 8+.
Girl No 3: The worst pants. Without question. They do nothing to flatter her. They're too loose, and the lines are awful. She might actually be very cute under there, but a casual butt watcher would just move on, and never know. Rating: 6.
I hope everyone learned a little something. If you have any questions, I will be around after class. You all have my number. You can call or e-mail me. Id be happy to help you with any selections you might be considering. The line of the pocket needs to follow the curvature of the buttock. Her jacket does a good job of framing her shape. Rating: a solid 8.Girl No 2: Probably the second best butt, but the nicest pockets. See how they follow her curvature? Nice. The pants, however, are too loose. Her top hangs too low, and that belt has to go. Rating: 8+.
Girl No 3: The worst pants. Without question. They do nothing to flatter her. They're too loose, and the lines are awful. She might actually be very cute under there, but a casual butt watcher would just move on, and never know. Rating: 6.
Last edited by RPOZ51; Aug 1, 2007 at 09:57 AM.
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From: Winston-Salem North Carolina
St. Jude Donor '08-'09
You'd be wearing nothing but me if i were around , I have to get my azz to work, almost done replacing two generators at a local hospital. Part of the hospital is the childrens miracle network hospital, pretty dam sad
, I have to get my azz to work, almost done replacing two generators at a local hospital. Part of the hospital is the childrens miracle network hospital, pretty dam sad
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From: For the strength of the pack is the wolf . . . . . . and the strength of the wolf is the pack.
Advice to newbies on the OCC Run:
The new guy should have extra gas, food and clothing. I, along with two other vettes from S. Jersey were the new guys once, and when the shi8 hit the fan, all hell broke loose. We were left to fend for ourselves, since we were never up in this part of NY, we were completley and utterly lost.
Once in a while we'd hear chatter on the frs radio, but little did we know that Alex had a secret sub-channel for the chosen few. Using high powered binocculars we did catch a glimpse of a few vettes on an over pass, or down in a valley, but never got back to the caravan. As night was falling, we actually found an open petro station(its what the hick Nyer's call it)and we fueled up, and bought the reamining three packs of WWll surplus crackers he had, but the attandent couldn't tell us where the interstate was.
Finally after meandering for what seemed like4-5 hours but really was a half an hour, we found a TR coupe with a Ny plate reading 6spd98 and an odd old fellow driving it. He seemed like a nice enough old coot, but was as lost as we were, and so onward we went, heading into the direction opposite of the setting sun, figuring if we head east, we'll hit civilzation or the Atlantic Ocean.
Then we saw it, an interstate 80 sign, and we made the trek home. Did our troubles end there, is this the end of the story, is the saga finally over, of course not or i wouldn't have just asked those questions, would I?
When I got home, my shirt was ripped, belt undone, smelled of cheap hooker perfume, and didn't have any cash in my wallet. (there's this little ***** house on 22 I had to stop at and use the bathroom) My wife suspected something when I went to urinate and I yelled 'it burns". After putting her fears to rest, and offering to show online pictures to prove I was at this event, it all came back to me. Of course there weren't any pictures with me in it, I'd been ditched, offered up to the cops looking for vettes like the black guys from the civil war on the front lines were there just to knock cannon ***** down to keep whitey from getting hurt.
If only I had been more prepared, a map, real directions, with the correct exit and rt numbers, a radio scanner, so that when channels are used that you are unaware of the radio scanner can lock on.
So now I sit here typing from the flea rest motel, (wife left, took the kids, cars, trucks, money, frs radio,)hoping the new guy takes my advice and comes well prepared. (ps, when hitting a ***** house, always have a stop at a place you can take a shower and change clothes)
The new guy should have extra gas, food and clothing. I, along with two other vettes from S. Jersey were the new guys once, and when the shi8 hit the fan, all hell broke loose. We were left to fend for ourselves, since we were never up in this part of NY, we were completley and utterly lost.
Once in a while we'd hear chatter on the frs radio, but little did we know that Alex had a secret sub-channel for the chosen few. Using high powered binocculars we did catch a glimpse of a few vettes on an over pass, or down in a valley, but never got back to the caravan. As night was falling, we actually found an open petro station(its what the hick Nyer's call it)and we fueled up, and bought the reamining three packs of WWll surplus crackers he had, but the attandent couldn't tell us where the interstate was.
Finally after meandering for what seemed like4-5 hours but really was a half an hour, we found a TR coupe with a Ny plate reading 6spd98 and an odd old fellow driving it. He seemed like a nice enough old coot, but was as lost as we were, and so onward we went, heading into the direction opposite of the setting sun, figuring if we head east, we'll hit civilzation or the Atlantic Ocean.
Then we saw it, an interstate 80 sign, and we made the trek home. Did our troubles end there, is this the end of the story, is the saga finally over, of course not or i wouldn't have just asked those questions, would I?
When I got home, my shirt was ripped, belt undone, smelled of cheap hooker perfume, and didn't have any cash in my wallet. (there's this little ***** house on 22 I had to stop at and use the bathroom) My wife suspected something when I went to urinate and I yelled 'it burns". After putting her fears to rest, and offering to show online pictures to prove I was at this event, it all came back to me. Of course there weren't any pictures with me in it, I'd been ditched, offered up to the cops looking for vettes like the black guys from the civil war on the front lines were there just to knock cannon ***** down to keep whitey from getting hurt.
If only I had been more prepared, a map, real directions, with the correct exit and rt numbers, a radio scanner, so that when channels are used that you are unaware of the radio scanner can lock on.
So now I sit here typing from the flea rest motel, (wife left, took the kids, cars, trucks, money, frs radio,)hoping the new guy takes my advice and comes well prepared. (ps, when hitting a ***** house, always have a stop at a place you can take a shower and change clothes)
Man, you were out there!!
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St. Jude Donor '08-'09
Fear not!!!
Your fearless leader will not be hiding in any bushes this year. I've grown up alot since then, (yeah, I'm laughing too reading this!!) didn't I take the hit at the Poker run even though I could have easily outran the cop and hidden somewhere in the pocono mountains?? I figured I'd take my chances with the cop during the Poker Run rather than the lynch mob of vette owners I would have faced once I finally met up with them.
Your fearless leader will not be hiding in any bushes this year.
I've grown up alot since then, (yeah, I'm laughing too reading this!!) didn't I take the hit at the Poker run even though I could have easily outran the cop and hidden somewhere in the pocono mountains?? I figured I'd take my chances with the cop during the Poker Run rather than the lynch mob of vette owners I would have faced once I finally met up with them.
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From: Winston-Salem North Carolina
St. Jude Donor '08-'09
Thanks very much for bringing this to class, Linda. Let's discuss.
First - what are we looking for? In butts, there are 4 things: curvature, proportion, symmetry, and tightness. It's as simple as that. Guys are simple creatures. Size itself is not as important, if the proportion and symmetry are there. We'd like to see a nice "heart" shape. Tight is important. Points off for saddlebags (JLo, or the C5), or skeleton effect (Kate Moss). If I can bounce a quarter of her butt - That's a ten (Jaime Pressley, or the C6).
In pants, we are looking for lines that accentuate, or enhance the shape of the anatomy. Like the lines of a car. The lines of the clothing (in this case - the pockets) cannot clash or distract from the anatomical structure. Better to wear no clothes, than to wear bad clothes. That's a basic rule.
Here's my assessment (from left to right):
First - what are we looking for? In butts, there are 4 things: curvature, proportion, symmetry, and tightness. It's as simple as that. Guys are simple creatures. Size itself is not as important, if the proportion and symmetry are there. We'd like to see a nice "heart" shape. Tight is important. Points off for saddlebags (JLo, or the C5), or skeleton effect (Kate Moss). If I can bounce a quarter of her butt - That's a ten (Jaime Pressley, or the C6).
In pants, we are looking for lines that accentuate, or enhance the shape of the anatomy. Like the lines of a car. The lines of the clothing (in this case - the pockets) cannot clash or distract from the anatomical structure. Better to wear no clothes, than to wear bad clothes. That's a basic rule.
Here's my assessment (from left to right):
Girl No 1: Probably the nicest butt of the three, but bad pockets. See how the bottom of the left pocket goes past the curvature of her glut into the top of her thigh? A The line of the pocket needs to follow the curvature of the buttock. Rating: a solid 8.
Girl No 2: Probably the second best butt, but the nicest pockets. See how they follow her curvature? Nice. The pants, however, are too loose. Rating: 8+.
Girl No 3: The worst pants. Without question. They do nothing to flatter her. They're too loose, and the lines are awful. She might actually be very cute under there, but a casual butt watcher would just move on, and never know. Rating: 6.
I hope everyone learned a little something. If you have any questions, I will be around after class. You all have my number. You can call or e-mail me. Id be happy to help you with any selections you might be considering. The line of the pocket needs to follow the curvature of the buttock. Rating: a solid 8.Girl No 2: Probably the second best butt, but the nicest pockets. See how they follow her curvature? Nice. The pants, however, are too loose. Rating: 8+.
Girl No 3: The worst pants. Without question. They do nothing to flatter her. They're too loose, and the lines are awful. She might actually be very cute under there, but a casual butt watcher would just move on, and never know. Rating: 6.
And If you ask me, and I'm glad that you did, the best part of the butt is where the butt cheek drops the lowest and arch's back up, thats the part the I love to suck on, rub, lick, touch........I'll be back need to take care of something right now
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From: ECS : WTF did you break now and HTF did you break it this time
Thanks very much for bringing this to class, Linda. Let's discuss.
First - what are we looking for? In butts, there are 4 things: curvature, proportion, symmetry, and firmness. It's as simple as that. Guys are simple creatures. Size itself is not as important, if the proportion and symmetry are there. We'd like to see a nice "heart" shape. Firm is important. Points off for saddlebags (JLo, or the C5), or skeleton effect (Kate Moss). If I can bounce a quarter of her butt - That's a ten (Jaime Pressley, or the C6).
In pants, we are looking for lines that accentuate, or enhance the shape of the anatomy. Like the lines of a car. The lines of the clothing (in this case - the pockets) cannot clash or distract from the anatomical structure. Better to wear no clothes, than to wear bad clothes. That's a basic rule.
Here's my assessment (from left to right):
First - what are we looking for? In butts, there are 4 things: curvature, proportion, symmetry, and firmness. It's as simple as that. Guys are simple creatures. Size itself is not as important, if the proportion and symmetry are there. We'd like to see a nice "heart" shape. Firm is important. Points off for saddlebags (JLo, or the C5), or skeleton effect (Kate Moss). If I can bounce a quarter of her butt - That's a ten (Jaime Pressley, or the C6).
In pants, we are looking for lines that accentuate, or enhance the shape of the anatomy. Like the lines of a car. The lines of the clothing (in this case - the pockets) cannot clash or distract from the anatomical structure. Better to wear no clothes, than to wear bad clothes. That's a basic rule.
Here's my assessment (from left to right):
Girl No 1: Probably the nicest butt of the three, but bad pockets. See how the bottom of the left pocket goes past the curvature of her glut into the top of her thigh? A The line of the pocket needs to follow the curvature of the buttock. Rating: a solid 8.
Girl No 2: Probably the second best butt, but the nicest pockets. See how they follow her curvature? Nice. The pants, however, are too loose. Rating: 8+.
Girl No 3: The worst pants. Without question. They do nothing to flatter her. They're too loose, and the lines are awful. She might actually be very cute under there, but a casual butt watcher would just move on, and never know. Rating: 6.
I hope everyone learned a little something. If you have any questions, I will be around after class. You all have my number. You can call or e-mail me. Id be happy to help you with any selections you might be considering. The line of the pocket needs to follow the curvature of the buttock. Rating: a solid 8.Girl No 2: Probably the second best butt, but the nicest pockets. See how they follow her curvature? Nice. The pants, however, are too loose. Rating: 8+.
Girl No 3: The worst pants. Without question. They do nothing to flatter her. They're too loose, and the lines are awful. She might actually be very cute under there, but a casual butt watcher would just move on, and never know. Rating: 6.
VERY informative post....
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St. Jude Donor '08-'09
Fear not!!!
Your fearless leader will not be hiding in any bushes this year. I've grown up alot since then, (yeah, I'm laughing too reading this!!) didn't I take the hit at the Poker run even though I could have easily outran the cop and hidden somewhere in the pocono mountains?? I figured I'd take my chances with the cop during the Poker Run rather than the lynch mob of vette owners I would have faced once I finally met up with them.
Your fearless leader will not be hiding in any bushes this year.
I've grown up alot since then, (yeah, I'm laughing too reading this!!) didn't I take the hit at the Poker run even though I could have easily outran the cop and hidden somewhere in the pocono mountains?? I figured I'd take my chances with the cop during the Poker Run rather than the lynch mob of vette owners I would have faced once I finally met up with them. If you'd have given me the correct route on that run, it would've been boring. Pulling up to my check point after everyone was there was funny.
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St. Jude Donor '07-'08
Fear not!!!
Your fearless leader will not be hiding in any bushes this year. I've grown up alot since then, (yeah, I'm laughing too reading this!!) didn't I take the hit at the Poker run even though I could have easily outran the cop and hidden somewhere in the pocono mountains?? I figured I'd take my chances with the cop during the Poker Run rather than the lynch mob of vette owners I would have faced once I finally met up with them.
Your fearless leader will not be hiding in any bushes this year.
I've grown up alot since then, (yeah, I'm laughing too reading this!!) didn't I take the hit at the Poker run even though I could have easily outran the cop and hidden somewhere in the pocono mountains?? I figured I'd take my chances with the cop during the Poker Run rather than the lynch mob of vette owners I would have faced once I finally met up with them. 
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St. Jude Donor '07-'08
Alex, in all serious-ness, keep doing it the way you've always done it, its fun and if people get mad, they'll get over it. Its supposed to be an adventure If you'd have given me the correct route on that run, it would've been boring. Pulling up to my check point after everyone was there was funny.
If you'd have given me the correct route on that run, it would've been boring. Pulling up to my check point after everyone was there was funny.and you'll hear a tale
a tale of a faithful trip........
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St. Jude Donor '08-'09-'10
Fear not!!!
Your fearless leader will not be hiding in any bushes this year. I've grown up alot since then, (yeah, I'm laughing too reading this!!) didn't I take the hit at the Poker run even though I could have easily outran the cop and hidden somewhere in the pocono mountains?? I figured I'd take my chances with the cop during the Poker Run rather than the lynch mob of vette owners I would have faced once I finally met up with them.
Your fearless leader will not be hiding in any bushes this year.
I've grown up alot since then, (yeah, I'm laughing too reading this!!) didn't I take the hit at the Poker run even though I could have easily outran the cop and hidden somewhere in the pocono mountains?? I figured I'd take my chances with the cop during the Poker Run rather than the lynch mob of vette owners I would have faced once I finally met up with them. 
Glad I could help ..... I have uploaded the pics that Bill took of various female types in Ireland ... after looking at the ones he picked .. I think the Guiness was affecting his judgement
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Alex, in all serious-ness, keep doing it the way you've always done it, its fun and if people get mad, they'll get over it. Its supposed to be an adventure If you'd have given me the correct route on that run, it would've been boring. Pulling up to my check point after everyone was there was funny.
If you'd have given me the correct route on that run, it would've been boring. Pulling up to my check point after everyone was there was funny.I still have a follow up story to the Poker Run which I will let everyone know about once the smoke clears.
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