Gathering of Mustang Legends 2007 (part 1 of a series)
I've just woken up from passing out for the second time in the last 24 hours due to extreme sleep deprivation and fatigue. Due to stress, I hadn't been sleeping well last week. Then this past Saturday, I headed down to Trenton for shred1976 and I to travel into enemy territory ^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H Columbus, OH for the Gathering of Mustang Legends, 2007 (Sorry, ibm but the last one was held in 1999, so you might not make a bundle on that domain name you reserved.) We got to the hotel without incident in as good of time as one can make through Ohio, particularly traveling on U.S. highways--as opposed to Interstates--where the speed limit is set at a robust 45MPH. The hotel had a surprisingly good Spanish restaurant where we grabbed a late night snack of tapas and Estella Galicia.
Then my descent into Hell began. I was expecting to finally be able to sleep well, either in car ride down, or at the hotel. My brother's car desparately needs new shocks, as a result, one feels like a bobble-head toy while riding in it. Thus, all I could grab was about a half hour nap before the whiplash caught up with me. Once in the hotel room, shred1976 fell across one of the beds, passed out and immediately began snoring. Apparently, he can snore with his head and body in any position, not just on his back. Not only that, but his snoring is LOUD; loud enough to get on my nerves and prevent sleep, even when I'm exhausted and have two beers in me. Therefore I was feeling very, very haggard in the morning when we were supposed to get an early start for the air show.
Once I had some coffee, danishes, muffins and hard boiled eggs in me, I was feeling a bit better. We found the air show via a combination of following the directions, argument, and finally (when I won) looking for the mass of twisting contrails in the sky. Once there, we got shunted all over the airport by local law enforcement, which prompted me to blast KMFDM NIHIL in protest. That was to be the first of many, many loud noises my ears were subject to that day.
As is usual for air shows, we had to hike about a mile into the show itself, go through "security" which checked our chairs but little else. I could have carried multiple concealed weapons through that checkpoint. (Did I mention that I hate security theater?) After bitching about law enforcement enthusiastically, we finally got down to the business of airplanes, which was what we were there for.
Then my descent into Hell began. I was expecting to finally be able to sleep well, either in car ride down, or at the hotel. My brother's car desparately needs new shocks, as a result, one feels like a bobble-head toy while riding in it. Thus, all I could grab was about a half hour nap before the whiplash caught up with me. Once in the hotel room, shred1976 fell across one of the beds, passed out and immediately began snoring. Apparently, he can snore with his head and body in any position, not just on his back. Not only that, but his snoring is LOUD; loud enough to get on my nerves and prevent sleep, even when I'm exhausted and have two beers in me. Therefore I was feeling very, very haggard in the morning when we were supposed to get an early start for the air show.
Once I had some coffee, danishes, muffins and hard boiled eggs in me, I was feeling a bit better. We found the air show via a combination of following the directions, argument, and finally (when I won) looking for the mass of twisting contrails in the sky. Once there, we got shunted all over the airport by local law enforcement, which prompted me to blast KMFDM NIHIL in protest. That was to be the first of many, many loud noises my ears were subject to that day.
As is usual for air shows, we had to hike about a mile into the show itself, go through "security" which checked our chairs but little else. I could have carried multiple concealed weapons through that checkpoint. (Did I mention that I hate security theater?) After bitching about law enforcement enthusiastically, we finally got down to the business of airplanes, which was what we were there for.