Started off with a completely shitfaced Buck trying to fit in the front of my jetta with the seat all the way forward. First he tried ass first. Then he put one foot in and tried to stuff in. Then he tried head first. Finally I got pissed off at him: "Gawd damn it Buck, get the f@ck outta the way!" and I pushed past him, pulled up the seat slide bar and slid it all the way back. Buck looks down at me and dead seriously says "Thanks man, you saved my life" and climbs on in. I walk around the car, get in and the big bastard is asleep. Buck, man, that's another good brother right there.
One other time at VIR some other female and I stole Buck's keg using Mongo's 4-wheeler. What is it with VIR?
I believe that was the night that the waitress/hostess armed herself with a fireplace poker after biscuits made their aerial debut.
Dude, every year it was a perfect storm and the weirdest mix of people you could ever think of. and it was always fun, never any sort of ugliness of any kind.
2005 - The year of the pirtate bike 2006 - The Vella grudge match. "You can't say I had motor on you!" 2007 - Drunk Buck hitting on the hostess then using DaveK like a mini-crutch.
My most vivid VIR memory is watching Huey loop out a 50 and rashing his bum while hanging out/partying with Paul and the fastlap crew. What has been seen cannot be unseen...
That's when you know your having a good evening. The server feels she has to be armed to be in the room!
She was getting the crowd back under control. Rolls were thrown, laughs were had and no one lost an eye.
Yup, that's Stein. That was the year Shereen and I drove down and hauled Christian and Buds pink R6's, Andy's R6 and Edgar's GSXR down as well as our 3 bikes. The back of the dually was loaded with French rubber.
