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Hospitality suite. Saturday well after midnight. Just some leftover hardcore insomniacs gathered round a battered fold-up conference table in the middle of the room. Kelly. Lane. Alan and Kim. Bruce and Norma. Rocky and Linda. Paul M. Me and Toni. Henry R. And Hoss. Having sat at the table for two hours in amiable contemplation, he suddenly starts doing Flip Wilson's Geraldine. I mean really doing her. Out of nowhere. Just sitting there Hoss starts doing Geraldine like he's possessed. And she's pissed, man. She's one pissed off Geraldine. There is video.
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Hospitality suite. Saturday well after midnight. Just some leftover hardcore insomniacs gathered round a battered fold-up conference table in the middle of the room. Kelly. Lane. Alan and Kim. Bruce and Norma. Rocky and Linda. Paul M. Me and Toni. Henry R. And Hoss. Having sat at the table for two hours in amiable contemplation, he suddenly starts doing Flip Wilson's Geraldine. I mean really doing her. Out of nowhere. Just sitting there Hoss starts doing Geraldine like he's possessed. And she's pissed, man. She's one pissed off Geraldine. There is video.
Other Best Carlisle Moments:

Getting a discreet birthday card instead of the usual rousing rendition by the Speedster Owners Birthday Choir (that honor went to Russ whose birthday it really was). Thank you Norma.

Doing a helmet-and-goggles lap around the Hotel Carlisle in the Hoopty.

Running Tom Buchanan's IM all over the Carlisle show field.

Jack Crosby's presentation.

A pre-dawn hangover finally lifting around eight a.m.
Spending most of the week end at the 52-Speedster show field wondering why that cute, leggy blonde was helping us to attract attention -- like we need that!? So this is a new perk to being the best attended club at the show? I guess she comes along w/ the free tent. Cool . . .

NOT smoking a bunch of moldy old cigars, but hanging with the cool dudes (and dudettes) who do.

Picking up a couple of REAL rain hats at the raffle, so the Al baking pans can be retired.

Running around the PA coutryside ISO covered bridges in the two or three hours when it was NOT raining, or threatening to.

Egg sammiches, and also a Philly Cheese steak that was not too bad -- for both lunch, and later on for Sunday dinner.

Cruising home w/ the Hoopty in the rear view mirror along the roads less traveled (PA Rtes 34 and 15) through the PA back woods and Gettysburg, and riding at a liesurely 3,000 RPM for 20 minutes at a stretch and not seeing a single other car headed our way.
You didn't mention the hole in the Vince life size poster where you can "Stick this!!" I'm just sayin' . . .

Vince in '12 RIGHT ON!! but i hear gerd can't make it . . .

Will: you make the trip, and your stay here will be all taken care of. While I cannot absolutely guarantee it, I may have sufficient time and influence to arrange more than just a quick turn through the parking lot in the Hoopty. Book your flights early, and save. or drive out!!
Karen and I met our Doppelgangers, 10-15 years in the future. We pull in to Carlisle, turn the corner to the Speedster area and there's this nice couple in a cream colored BCW TD replica lined up to do the covered bridge run. He's goin', "another BCW! Didn't think I'd ever see another one!" Never heard of 'em or saw them before; they're not on the TD forum.

She's into gardening, like Karen, and wears the exact hat Karen forgot to buy & bring.

He's an over-talkative tinkerer, retired clock maker, and bonkers about his car which he's rebuilt by himself. Basically like me except with mechanical skills.

They're about to get married; planning the honeymoon. We got married a few months back; planning a honeymoon.

The cars look almost identical--'cept theirs is a little nicer & it's a front engine jobbie.

Then we look up and there's six--count'em, SIX! (6!)--TDs on the line. That's three more'n last year, bunkies, and double the number we thought we had coming three days before the show.

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Carey and I were driving to the group dinner Friday night in the Sloppy Jalopy when we saw a giant rainbow.
"Man, Carey, check that out! I can see both ends of that rainbow!"
A quarter of a mile later, I remembered what it usually means when you can see the entire arch. With less than a half-mile to go, with the Park Inn sign in sight, we got soaked.
Figures.
Several:
- Hanging my rear end out on a climbing hairpin on the mountain run on Saturday
- Having ice cream with the goats at our middle of nowhere dairy stop
- Laying rubber on a covered bridge
- Meeting Henry & having him tell me he already knew about me and my car
- Cory's comment about my car
- Lane's Weber tutorial
- The talent in the booth next to ours :)
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