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Originally Posted by The Unibomber

hope you guys like the photos

Wash your hands hippie!!!

Originally Posted by The Pun

Wash your hands hippie!!!

lol its just the processing

OK guys so I have a real blog at naitovephoto.wordpress.com. I posted some stuff up there about my goldRush experience. This is my post from day one:

On the Road to goldRush: Denver to LA (6.2.09)

Well, today is the day we have all been waiting for. The plan was to leave to LA once Abdullah was finished school at 11am but as Lenny and Carl have taught us, even the best-laid plans always go astray. Let me back up a little bit though. My day started at 730am because my ex girlfriend Maria was bringing Bandit, her dog, over for me to babysit while she went to her court date. I asked her to bring him over though because he has to be sent back to her parents’ house in Vegas on account of him, as cliché as it sounds, biting the mailman. Maria and I dated for about a year and a half so he kind of felt like my dog too by the end. Anyways, Bandit and I hung out for a couple hours until Maria was done with her court date. My back had been absolutely killing me for whatever reason for the last couple days so I figured it might be a good idea to go to the chiropractor. A week-long road trip didn’t sound like fun with a bad back. Unfortunately, the adjustment didn’t really seem to help. By the end of my appointment, it was 11am and Abdullah had just finished class. As I was standing in my living room looking at my bags of Nikes, New Eras, Jeans and white t-shirts I thought to myself, “how the hell is this going to fit in his Porsche?!” The vehicle my bags were to go in really didn’t factor into my packing so I was a little worried. At around 11:30, he called and said he was outside.

Where I expected a white Porsche 997 sat a white Honda Accord. “uh oh” I thought to myself. “What’s wrong with the Porsche?” He said that he was getting a weird vibration in the steering and that he had his cousin drop the car off at a shop to get it realigned. While that solved the luggage problem, I was crossing my fingers that this “vibration” wasn’t anything serious. It was about noon once we reached the shop. The diagnosis wasn’t terrible but unfortunately it wasn’t something that could be completely fixed at that time. There was a small dent in the front right wheel, some problem with that tire as well and a bubble in the right rear tire. We figured a new set of tires would solve the problems. All they had was a set of Falken in his size (305/25/20) and he was not too excited about buying those because of some previous experiences he has had with them. Reluctantly though, he swiped his card and sent the car around back. I spent the next hour or so wandering around this wheel warehouse jokingly wondering how the 22inch, white with polished lip, HREs would look on my Subaru. After about an hour or so, they made an announcement over the loud speaker saying that his car was done. Abdullah was on the phone with someone back in Saudi so his cousin and I took it for a drive to see if the vibrations had gone away…they didn’t. The whole drive so far, his steering wheel has been shaking more violently then Mohammad Ali and The Pope shaking hands and the car feels like I am in one of those 80s workout machines that basically shook the fat off or something. Anyways, once we got back from the tire shop, Abdullah still hadn’t packed. The rest of us waited around eating some Arabic candy Abdullah brought home from his recent trip home while he packed. The next thing on the list of things that should have been done yesterday was to pick up the police lights that we are going to mount on the roof of the Porsche as well as the loud speaker. I mean, what kind of rally would this be without a loud speaker? On the way to the post office I realized that I too was unprepared. I had forgotten my only dress shirts I had dry-cleaned specifically for this occasion back in Boulder. Guess I have to go shopping in LA! It was about 4:30pm when we actually left and here we are, on the road to LA. From here on out I will just update this post as we go along with fun things along the way.

(I then finally took a nap...this is what I wrote when I woke up)

So last night, I was driving the Porsche when I realized the little light blinking at me for the last hour or so meant I was low on fuel. When I finally realized what this light was, I clicked through the information screens until I got to the one that showed the remaining distance my current fuel could take me. “8 miles” it said. I had been cruising along at a fairly good pace and didn’t realize the rest of the group was a ways back. Being that the next gas station was only a half-mile away, I slowed down in the right lane so that they would catch up in time to see me take the exit.

Until the highway patrol car switched on his blue and reds, I didn’t pay much attention to him. Usually by the time you see a patrol car on the side of the road late at night, its already too late and the next several minutes become very expensive. When your doing 40 in a 75 though, a cop car isn’t that scary of a sight anymore. Like I was saying though, just after I pulled off the highway, the patrol car I just passed showed up flashing in my rearview. “What the hell am I getting pulled over for this time?!” I yelled as Abdullah woke up. This was the 4th time I had been pulled over in the last three months when I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong and it was really getting old. When the officer came up to my window he asked the usual question, “know how fast you were going?” Before I could stop myself, I said in a kind off pissed off tone, “Um, about 45.” “40” the cop said, “you were going 40.” I just kinda gave him a puzzled look. He then went on to ask what I was doing and I explained that my friends were far behind me and that I was trying to reconnect with them. I imagine he thought I was hammered or high or something because once I explained the situation he just wanted to make sure we were OK. He then directed us to the next town over where we could get something to eat because it was about 1am and we were all starving.

More shenanigans ensued once we arrived at what seemed to be the only open gas station/convenience store in a 100-mile radius. A couple years back I drove from NY to CO in my WRX and it got a surprising amount of attention from the local kids in the middle-of-nowhere towns. Judging from this I knew that a loud, crazy looking 911, a straight piped Aston Martin Vanquish, a slammed Range and an M6 on dubs would cause quite the stir with the local Utah folk. The convenience store also appeared to be the local late night hangout for the town teens because when we pulled up, about 10 jaws dropped to the floor. “Holy hell,” one yelled. “Goddamn, I am in the wrong business!” another said. The funniest comment by far though came from the biggest, self-proclaimed, redneck in the group. As I stepped out of the Porsche in my road trip attire (grungy sweat pants and a sweatshirt), the kid yelled “Jesus man, all these cars together just gave me a fucking booooner!” We all laughed but tried to make our way inside to get some snacks to tie us over before we could find some real food. Dan however stayed outside to chat with the guys about his car. Not only would they not believe that his car was not the exact one from the James Bond movies but one kid insisted it was turbo charged. He pointed at the vents in the hood and kept yelling “You’re a liar, I see it right there!” Another comment I found pretty funny was one kid said something like “man, if I had those cars I would be making my own Girls Gone Wild videos.”

As far as problems go, we have really only had one major one so far. After a decadent Del Taco feast, I noticed that the M6’s front passenger tire was low on air. We didn’t think much of it at the time and just filled it back up and went on our way. Luckily, someone decided they needed to pee right before we got back on the highway we turned around and went back to the gas station. Again we saw that the same wheel was low on air and only a couple minutes had gone by. We dripped some water on the wheel and immediately discovered the problem. One of the M6’s 3 piece wheels began coming apart slightly in the middle and was leaking air at an alarming rate. Fortunately Khaleel, Abdullah’s cousin with the Range Rover, had a portable air compressor with him so the problem was fairly manageable. By manageable though, I mean we had to stop every 30 minutes to fill the tire up with air again. We dropped the car off at a wheel shop today so hopefully the problem is solved by tomorrow morning so we can bring it to San Francisco. If it isn’t, we will leave it at the shop and hope it is done by Friday when we will be back in LA.

Getting ready at Abdullahs...










So we finally left Abdullahs on our way to gR but we got hungry in 2 minutes and went to eat at the mall


finally left but we ran into some random snow over the pass...







more random on the way stuff...











break time for the busted wheel











It was now time for The Unibomber to sleep and plot future shenanigans...

No more blog ? Was a fun read