A N F B

The Frozen Raisins are back and still not thawed out.

Today was Durham, the 17th edition of the Athletic Boosters Car Show put on by the Yankee Cruisers. With the help of a few other clubs, they pulled off a good show. Stan and Cheryl and the Merrill Family did a good job getting it on the the new field, with Black Pavement being the new Green Grass.

Problems? Why yes.

The incident at the gate was unfortunate and can be summed up as this. Principles and integrity are worth more than any $15.00 Cheap Ass Trophy. The guys Classing Cars are not perfect and do make mistakes. They should still get the backing of the organizer, verbatim. A N F B are not just letters on a hat or jacket. They stand for Absolutely No Fucking Bullshit and they were practiced today, PERFECTLY.

The DJ needs to be quiet and play Music. The ratio of music played verses the amount gums flapped would be good odds at a horse race. Way to many songs were interrupted with injections of prattle on state laws that couldn't be enforced.

If you needed the bathroom you needed a reservation or a 5 gallon bucket. Luckily the trees needed watering. Note to self, rent out hospital urinals next year.

Not enough help was a major factor with only one person at the registration table until just after 8am. Not enough people parking cars. Not enough Sunshine.

Things they had too much of, can start with too many solicitors. It's bad enough to solicit votes for your car but to enlist the little kids was over the line. I wouldn't vote for a politician that asks for my vote and it ain't gonna happen for you, not now or in the future.

Less classes and splitting the ballot would be a help to everyone and life goes on, we saw that it worked at Car Show 2010 on Saturday. Thinking that trying to please the masses is correct is in fact wrong ways thinking. Keep it as simple as possible and lets back off on the giveaways. Going to stand in line for the bathroom when it started and seeing it only halfway done 30 minutes later when I returned, made me think I was trapped in some sick version of Ground Hog Day. By the way hearing, that voice screech 837 for the 100,975,436 time is grounds for a psychological examination according to the State.

Now I know by the time some people get to this point they are thinking that I didn't like the show. I did, I had Fun, it was a good show. Some of this was out of the hands of the Yankee Cruisers, Some of it wasn't.

Tough day, Good Job.