Car show observations and experiences....

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2 weeks ago this Rolls Royce pulls up next to me and parks. Out jumps this long haired older gentleman and his obese much younger girlfriend (party on, Garth!). Anyway, she looks inside the back of my car and says, "Everyone knows about this car. EVERYONE!" I said, "Ummmmm okayyyyyy" sensing she was insane. Then she points at the backseat and yells, "Right there! That's where I was conceived!" Man I almost threw up.
 
I just give people I don't care for the Mason Lamps and walk away. They get the message.

I always give people the benefit ... but if my instincts raise the hackles ... I don't waste the time. And politics ... lol ... if you're a screamin lib we simply won't make it .. so let's just cut to the chase and move along now.
 
Sounds like the terminal might have been staged...A lobbyist you say????
If he has connections to a certain family from Arkansas you might start watching your back! Keep him on your good side....:D
 
  1. I enjoy car shows. My favorites are the shows with the swap meet on site. I try to make every Mopar show in my state but my favorite is the Spring Fling in Van Nuys CA. They hold the show in a nice city park. Plenty of grass, trees for shade, picnic tables for snack time.
    This past weekend I was there for the 16th time in the Spring. They have a show in the Fall but I usually only make that show every other year.
    The forecast of rain scared off lots of people. Their car count on Saturday was about half of their average. Sunday was much better, presumably because no rain was expected.
    As I walked the show cars on Sunday, I was approached by a guy that I have never liked.
    We all have these guys that we know. People that are annoying or just plain weird. This guy gives most people the creeps. You almost feel the need to take a shower after being near the guy. He used to live in Northern CA and was a member of our local Mopar club but moved south several years ago. I thought I was rid of him when he moved. Now, every time I go to the show in Van Nuys, I see this guy. Now, just talking to the guy I get the feeling that he must be into some odd ****. He is in his 50s, never married, works in politics as a lobbyist and stands too damn close. After watching several episodes of Criminal Minds over the years, I wonder if the guy has heads in his freezer or samples of womens hair he collected without them knowing.
    This guy comes up to me while I'm looking at the cars. He wants me to look at his Road Runner to help with a "No-Start" problem. I tell him I'd head over after looking at the cars.
    Oh, Okay, I'll just walk along with you. Oh GREAT!
    This dork followed me like a lost puppy. I was civil to him but NOT trying to extend any conversation, making short responses to his various ramblings. Finally we make it through the cars and headed over to look at his car.
    It wouldn't start yesterday so I bought a battery. This morning it was dead again and needed a jump start.
    I looked at the battery cables. The NEG cable was so loose, an emphysema patient could BLOW and knock the terminal off the battery. I twisted it and told him to twist the key. It fired right up.
    Did you check this battery terminal when you installed the battery?
    Uhhh, I had my mechanic install it.
    (I would feel like an idiot to have someone else install a battery or change my tire. How does a car guy let someone else do such basic stuff on their car?)
    THEN I tried to duck out...."Okay, I'm going to check out the swap meet again."
    Oh, maybe I'll tag along to see if there is anything I need.
    Son of a *****. This ****** is about the most clueless dork you can imagine. I keep trying to politely get away and he hangs on like dog **** on a work boot.
    Hey..Why don't you get with some of the guys in the car club to walk you through some of the basics about these cars? Surely there are plenty of people that could help you out.
    A, well... they like to razz me because they know I'm in politics.
    Really? That would only be a problem if you were some jerkoff Liberal.
    (Here it comes... the MONEY shot)
    Well, I DID vote for Hillary Clinton.
    Ever have a point in a situation where EVERYthing just instantly makes sense?
    THIS was it.
    I told the guy that I had to walk away. I couldn't bring myself to be polite to the guy anymore.

I actually didn't know where to start when typing this....so ill just state I "and and I'm sure many others" have had the same experience.
Weirdos , creeps, annoying, stink like they slept in a bush for few days, fried **** for brains....standing too close and incessantly rattling on....they are all out there, every show, every street, every city and town...just babbling to hear their head rattle.
My wife just says "old and creepy" alert.

As for the person soap boxing about being a woman in a mainly man type hobby full of single 50 something yr olds...please already, heard that one before and geez....like what did you really expect? Some think they are alone...haha try again, ask one of these younger hobbyists who has it down pretty good how many times an older person has treated them like idiots and showed no respect...some would find out they aren't alone and it has nothing to do with being a woman , a young person, or a kangaroo...but more so to do with others being an asshole....so some might wanna tone down the gender pity party a tad.

That's just my opinion
 
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  1. I enjoy car shows. My favorites are the shows with the swap meet on site. I try to make every Mopar show in my state but my favorite is the Spring Fling in Van Nuys CA. They hold the show in a nice city park. Plenty of grass, trees for shade, picnic tables for snack time.
    This past weekend I was there for the 16th time in the Spring. They have a show in the Fall but I usually only make that show every other year.
    The forecast of rain scared off lots of people. Their car count on Saturday was about half of their average. Sunday was much better, presumably because no rain was expected.
    As I walked the show cars on Sunday, I was approached by a guy that I have never liked.
    We all have these guys that we know. People that are annoying or just plain weird. This guy gives most people the creeps. You almost feel the need to take a shower after being near the guy. He used to live in Northern CA and was a member of our local Mopar club but moved south several years ago. I thought I was rid of him when he moved. Now, every time I go to the show in Van Nuys, I see this guy. Now, just talking to the guy I get the feeling that he must be into some odd ****. He is in his 50s, never married, works in politics as a lobbyist and stands too damn close. After watching several episodes of Criminal Minds over the years, I wonder if the guy has heads in his freezer or samples of womens hair he collected without them knowing.
    This guy comes up to me while I'm looking at the cars. He wants me to look at his Road Runner to help with a "No-Start" problem. I tell him I'd head over after looking at the cars.
    Oh, Okay, I'll just walk along with you. Oh GREAT!
    This dork followed me like a lost puppy. I was civil to him but NOT trying to extend any conversation, making short responses to his various ramblings. Finally we make it through the cars and headed over to look at his car.
    It wouldn't start yesterday so I bought a battery. This morning it was dead again and needed a jump start.
    I looked at the battery cables. The NEG cable was so loose, an emphysema patient could BLOW and knock the terminal off the battery. I twisted it and told him to twist the key. It fired right up.
    Did you check this battery terminal when you installed the battery?
    Uhhh, I had my mechanic install it.
    (I would feel like an idiot to have someone else install a battery or change my tire. How does a car guy let someone else do such basic stuff on their car?)
    THEN I tried to duck out...."Okay, I'm going to check out the swap meet again."
    Oh, maybe I'll tag along to see if there is anything I need.
    Son of a *****. This ****** is about the most clueless dork you can imagine. I keep trying to politely get away and he hangs on like dog **** on a work boot.
    Hey..Why don't you get with some of the guys in the car club to walk you through some of the basics about these cars? Surely there are plenty of people that could help you out.
    A, well... they like to razz me because they know I'm in politics.
    Really? That would only be a problem if you were some jerkoff Liberal.
    (Here it comes... the MONEY shot)
    Well, I DID vote for Hillary Clinton.
    Ever have a point in a situation where EVERYthing just instantly makes sense?
    THIS was it.
    I told the guy that I had to walk away. I couldn't bring myself to be polite to the guy anymore.

Hey that guy lives in my condo complex!!:elmer::elmer:...got so bad I started working on my Dart with the door closed so he would stay away..Glad he's a Snowbird and is only here 4 months out of the year.:thankyou::thankyou:
 
  1. I enjoy car shows. My favorites are the shows with the swap meet on site. I try to make every Mopar show in my state but my favorite is the Spring Fling in Van Nuys CA. They hold the show in a nice city park. Plenty of grass, trees for shade, picnic tables for snack time.
    This past weekend I was there for the 16th time in the Spring. They have a show in the Fall but I usually only make that show every other year.
    The forecast of rain scared off lots of people. Their car count on Saturday was about half of their average. Sunday was much better, presumably because no rain was expected.
    As I walked the show cars on Sunday, I was approached by a guy that I have never liked.
    We all have these guys that we know. People that are annoying or just plain weird. This guy gives most people the creeps. You almost feel the need to take a shower after being near the guy. He used to live in Northern CA and was a member of our local Mopar club but moved south several years ago. I thought I was rid of him when he moved. Now, every time I go to the show in Van Nuys, I see this guy. Now, just talking to the guy I get the feeling that he must be into some odd ****. He is in his 50s, never married, works in politics as a lobbyist and stands too damn close. After watching several episodes of Criminal Minds over the years, I wonder if the guy has heads in his freezer or samples of womens hair he collected without them knowing.
    This guy comes up to me while I'm looking at the cars. He wants me to look at his Road Runner to help with a "No-Start" problem. I tell him I'd head over after looking at the cars.
    Oh, Okay, I'll just walk along with you. Oh GREAT!
    This dork followed me like a lost puppy. I was civil to him but NOT trying to extend any conversation, making short responses to his various ramblings. Finally we make it through the cars and headed over to look at his car.
    It wouldn't start yesterday so I bought a battery. This morning it was dead again and needed a jump start.
    I looked at the battery cables. The NEG cable was so loose, an emphysema patient could BLOW and knock the terminal off the battery. I twisted it and told him to twist the key. It fired right up.
    Did you check this battery terminal when you installed the battery?
    Uhhh, I had my mechanic install it.
    (I would feel like an idiot to have someone else install a battery or change my tire. How does a car guy let someone else do such basic stuff on their car?)
    THEN I tried to duck out...."Okay, I'm going to check out the swap meet again."
    Oh, maybe I'll tag along to see if there is anything I need.
    Son of a *****. This ****** is about the most clueless dork you can imagine. I keep trying to politely get away and he hangs on like dog **** on a work boot.
    Hey..Why don't you get with some of the guys in the car club to walk you through some of the basics about these cars? Surely there are plenty of people that could help you out.
    A, well... they like to razz me because they know I'm in politics.
    Really? That would only be a problem if you were some jerkoff Liberal.
    (Here it comes... the MONEY shot)
    Well, I DID vote for Hillary Clinton.
    Ever have a point in a situation where EVERYthing just instantly makes sense?
    THIS was it.
    I told the guy that I had to walk away. I couldn't bring myself to be polite to the guy anymore.

Dang man, I must be WAY better at telling someone annoying to F off and leave me alone than you are.:D
 
ya just have to have a list of "retorts" like 1. hey my new found friend, are ya buying lunch for the wife, the kids, grandma, and me?? or 2. the wife and I are going to lunch, could ya do me a big favor and look after my old grandma, you have to keep up with her and her diaper bag. or 3. i'm running short of cash could ya cash my check? ha
 
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