I can't explain how much I love Woodward, but I'm going to try.
Wow, it's been an entire day and I'm still high off the Woodward buzz. Despite everything, I still had a blast. Hmm.. where to begin. I was woken up at 9 am, having somehow only gotten about four hours of sleep the night before because I kept waking up.. to DDR arrows, and we were out the door by 9:30. We headed to Berkley, which wasn't quite the place I wanted to be, so that we could go to a party at one of the guys he works with's house. We got there, somehow, which is amazing since we didn't know what house it was. And no one was home. So that pissed off my dad, and it took at least til 10:30 to get to where I really wanted to be on Woodward. A block south of 14 mile, or something like that. Right next to an ice cream place, right down the street from the house I was hanging at, and right in front of my uncle's and cousin's cars. There's not an easy way to outline the day, because it's just so scattered, so here is my equally scattered description of the rest of the day.
My dad "donated" about ten dollars for each of us to Biker Bob, and, yes, that's his name, to get us into "Jim and Jan Bob's 2003 Woodward Dream Cruise Party." Jim and Jan are friends by association, which is how we got into the private party. I wish I would have taken a picture of the house. The street in front of house was lined with motorcycles, then a nice yellow Chevelle with a huge blower, then a really old hot rod with a license plate that said "Kazoom." On the lawn was a red Chevelle and I want to say a GTO, but I can't remember. Everywhere were all sorts of people. Tons of old grisly biker guys. The guy who was letting people in, Biker Bob, looks like he could break you in half. There's a hot dog cart in the driveway and about fifteen coolers and five grills behind that. There were three port-a-potties.. one that said "men," one that said, "women only," and a third that said, "all others." It really was an interesting sight, and for some reason totally amusing to me. The house was only one house off Woodward on a side street, so I was free to come and go as I pleased. We put our chairs under a tent on my uncle's trailor and sat right on Woodward. That tent was a God sent. I wore a lot of clothes because I've always had problems at Woodward with leering guys, and I think I would have seriously passed out without it. Not to mention that it poured for about ten minutes. You get the most envious looks when you're the only dry one around. It was still insanely humid even after it rained, and I hadn't gotten leered at all that much, so I decided to roll up the pants and pull up the shirt. Yeah.. that's a good way to bring attention to yourself.. but I was so damned hot, I didn't care. I was walking back from the house like I did so many times and there was this man standing there, kind of creepy, and he goes, "Smile, sweetheart." And my first thought was, "Wow, this guy's an idiot," and that thought made me smile. So he says, "There ya go" and I'm just like... o_o; and ran away. And somewhere, there's a guy that has a video tape of my walking down the street. Don't ask.
But what's a good Woodward Dream Cruise without the cars. It would be next to impossible to talk about all the awesome cars that I saw, but I'll just touch on a few. There was this conept Corvette.. a brand new Z06 engine and chasey with a '53 body on it. I wanted a picture really bad, but it never stopped long enough for me to get one. I have a lot of pictures of random cars though. There was another totally crazy Vette out there. Someone said that they thought it was the new Vette, but no one was sure. It was just crazy.. looked like a Ferrari wannabe in light blue with a weird split window. Other cars that stick out.. the pro-street Geo Metro, the beautiful bright blue pro-street Chevelle, a chopped and channeled 49' Merc in white with a blue flame jobs and flames coming out of the exhaust, the tan and light blue 60' Vettes (they didn't make them in those colors). And what's a good Woodward without me getting sick. =] I'm not sure I ate a coherent meal all day, just tons and tons of pop and a whole variety of weird foods thrown together. With ice cream. Screw the diet; it's Woodward. I spent a little too much time in the port-a-potty, but in the end I was fine.
I'm sure I've mentioned my cousin's car before. A yellow, 69' Charger.
Yeah. That one. Well, my cousin is 15. He has a permit, not a license. And we get there, and the car's there, along with my uncle's pro-street 56' Bel Air.. the loudest car on the street. Which reminds me.. he pulls it up and these women plugs their ears and whine about how unncessecary the noise is. I'm thinking, "You're on the wrong road on the wrong day if you're going to whine about that." Then one went up to him and asked him if he had a "boost thingy" on his car. Translation.. nitrous. We just laughed. Anyways, my uncle had let my cousin drive the car up there.. by himself. So in order to save my cousin from my aunt's wrath. my dad volunteered to drive it home. My dad talks all about the cars he used to have, but I immediately doubted his abilites to drive the car home. He stalled it out three times, even though it was an automatic, and used the entire ride home as one big excuse why I shouldn't get an old car. It took two hours to get from Woodward to my uncle's work, where we loaded up the not street-legal Bel Air, then to my aunt and uncle's house where we met my mom in the Trail Blazer and home. By then I was so tired, but it's all worth it. It wasn't the best Woodward ever, because of the blackout and weather and everything. But it will still rank as one of the best days this year.
I'm sure there's tons I'm forgetting. It's impossible to put Woodward into words, but this is my attempt. Whew. Fingers hurt. o.x
~Nicole~
My dad "donated" about ten dollars for each of us to Biker Bob, and, yes, that's his name, to get us into "Jim and Jan Bob's 2003 Woodward Dream Cruise Party." Jim and Jan are friends by association, which is how we got into the private party. I wish I would have taken a picture of the house. The street in front of house was lined with motorcycles, then a nice yellow Chevelle with a huge blower, then a really old hot rod with a license plate that said "Kazoom." On the lawn was a red Chevelle and I want to say a GTO, but I can't remember. Everywhere were all sorts of people. Tons of old grisly biker guys. The guy who was letting people in, Biker Bob, looks like he could break you in half. There's a hot dog cart in the driveway and about fifteen coolers and five grills behind that. There were three port-a-potties.. one that said "men," one that said, "women only," and a third that said, "all others." It really was an interesting sight, and for some reason totally amusing to me. The house was only one house off Woodward on a side street, so I was free to come and go as I pleased. We put our chairs under a tent on my uncle's trailor and sat right on Woodward. That tent was a God sent. I wore a lot of clothes because I've always had problems at Woodward with leering guys, and I think I would have seriously passed out without it. Not to mention that it poured for about ten minutes. You get the most envious looks when you're the only dry one around. It was still insanely humid even after it rained, and I hadn't gotten leered at all that much, so I decided to roll up the pants and pull up the shirt. Yeah.. that's a good way to bring attention to yourself.. but I was so damned hot, I didn't care. I was walking back from the house like I did so many times and there was this man standing there, kind of creepy, and he goes, "Smile, sweetheart." And my first thought was, "Wow, this guy's an idiot," and that thought made me smile. So he says, "There ya go" and I'm just like... o_o; and ran away. And somewhere, there's a guy that has a video tape of my walking down the street. Don't ask.
But what's a good Woodward Dream Cruise without the cars. It would be next to impossible to talk about all the awesome cars that I saw, but I'll just touch on a few. There was this conept Corvette.. a brand new Z06 engine and chasey with a '53 body on it. I wanted a picture really bad, but it never stopped long enough for me to get one. I have a lot of pictures of random cars though. There was another totally crazy Vette out there. Someone said that they thought it was the new Vette, but no one was sure. It was just crazy.. looked like a Ferrari wannabe in light blue with a weird split window. Other cars that stick out.. the pro-street Geo Metro, the beautiful bright blue pro-street Chevelle, a chopped and channeled 49' Merc in white with a blue flame jobs and flames coming out of the exhaust, the tan and light blue 60' Vettes (they didn't make them in those colors). And what's a good Woodward without me getting sick. =] I'm not sure I ate a coherent meal all day, just tons and tons of pop and a whole variety of weird foods thrown together. With ice cream. Screw the diet; it's Woodward. I spent a little too much time in the port-a-potty, but in the end I was fine.
I'm sure I've mentioned my cousin's car before. A yellow, 69' Charger.
Yeah. That one. Well, my cousin is 15. He has a permit, not a license. And we get there, and the car's there, along with my uncle's pro-street 56' Bel Air.. the loudest car on the street. Which reminds me.. he pulls it up and these women plugs their ears and whine about how unncessecary the noise is. I'm thinking, "You're on the wrong road on the wrong day if you're going to whine about that." Then one went up to him and asked him if he had a "boost thingy" on his car. Translation.. nitrous. We just laughed. Anyways, my uncle had let my cousin drive the car up there.. by himself. So in order to save my cousin from my aunt's wrath. my dad volunteered to drive it home. My dad talks all about the cars he used to have, but I immediately doubted his abilites to drive the car home. He stalled it out three times, even though it was an automatic, and used the entire ride home as one big excuse why I shouldn't get an old car. It took two hours to get from Woodward to my uncle's work, where we loaded up the not street-legal Bel Air, then to my aunt and uncle's house where we met my mom in the Trail Blazer and home. By then I was so tired, but it's all worth it. It wasn't the best Woodward ever, because of the blackout and weather and everything. But it will still rank as one of the best days this year.
I'm sure there's tons I'm forgetting. It's impossible to put Woodward into words, but this is my attempt. Whew. Fingers hurt. o.x
~Nicole~