01 July, 2005
land of the lost

i knew it was too quiet, lately....

the old asshole vet and his minion had shrunken into the woodwork, too quickly since the last conflict over property lines... in the border war.

today, i got a call from SlickWille, who told me another surveyor had been assigned by the old fool to retrieve his "lost" property. he spent the bucks... to have the flags wind up in exactly the same place as before.
revenge... she is so sweet. especially when i don't have to do anything.

henceforward, this tale shall be known as "The Land Of The Lost."

"uh-oh,Chango!" that's me, hooting like a chimp!

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returning to the USGP story:

Thursday was pit walkabout, when you could wander among the crowds weaving through the different teams setups... Ferrari-Williams-BAR-Sauber-Renault... elbow-to-elbow with the crews. hungover from the trip, the night before, bolstered by the bloody mary after breakfast (eggs-chorizo-avocado-salsa, in-a-wrap), we decided to forego the cattlecall, and chilled in the stands next to GasolineAlley. after forty-five minutes, people started to congregate around us, like something was about to happen. just below us, foreign news crews gathered in a cordon, waiting. then, MichaelSchumacher rolled up in a motorized scooter... then JPMontoya strolled up, then FernandoAlonzo. feet away. that was a pretty strategic "chill". so say the photos:

...the rest of the day was anticlimatic. except for recovering from the day before. getting more provisions. and vodka.

getting ready for real action.

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