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      Day One on the road to Vegas.

      H to the izzo, p to the izzay, for shizzle my nizzle.

      H to the izzo, p to the izzay, for shizzle my nizzle.

      H to the izzo, p to the izzay, for shizzle my nizzle.

      H to the izzo, p to the izzay, for shizzle my nizzle.

      Recap: I have never heard of Ontario California in my whole life up until I read that that was where the Socal caravan to Vegas was gonna take place at. There I was around 7 pm in bumper to bumper traffic looking for any Supras that I might be able to follow there to wherever Ontario Mills is. I saw a mk2 Celica/Supra that I was gonna yell at, "Yo, holmes, you going to Vegas?" but, no I chose to keep quiet and listen to my Chinese mp3's.

      Basically my motivation for going was on wednesday, the day before I left, I was talking to dude from swimming class about what to do during the weekend. I mentioned the Supra meet, he said why aren't you going, I said, because it was in Vegas. Then I thought, why am I not going? So I went home and printed out the directions, woke up the next day at 6am skipping school and left for Vegas around 11. Six hours on the road and many pit stops to take gigantic leaks later, I was driving around southern California for two hours looking for the spot before asking someone at a gas station who pointed me in the right direction. Strangers kick ass.

      I saw a line of Supras there, around 12 MK4's and wondered how lost I was. Somehow, I got there within 5 minutes of them leaving, just enough time to take a couple photos and act interested although MK4's bore the life out of me. After making a lot of noise to get to a gas station a block away, a cop cruised by and asked what's up before driving away. On the two or three hour drive to Vegas, they all pulled over when I started smoking underneath my right headlight. I never did figure out what it was. Maybe it was from going 80 to 100 mph numerous times trying to catch up to them who were going 110 and 120 mph. The guys in the white na and silver Supra were nice enough to wait for me to catch up. It might have been because I looked young or they thought that my car was in bad condition, either way they were cool. Fourty miles before Vegas, I slowed down to 60 mph and met up with them the next day because I was on the last tank of gas and coasted all the way to the next exit. I would end up spending $170 for gas the whole time at Vegas.

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