First, introductions:
Nevadans, meet Chris.
Chris, meet Nevadans.
This might be a little late in the game, and I think it's going to sound strange.
But...
I'm getting married in Las Vegas on February 29. That's not the strange part.
This is:
I'm hoping to find a Nevadan 'Mudder in the 'Vegas area, that has a dark green FJ40, that they would be willing to rent/loan to me for the classic, "Just Married" drive away from the chapel.*
Am I right, does that sound strange?
If I've lost your interest here, feel free to move on, to the next, more exciting thread.*
Anyone still reading, here's the skinny:
Myself and Heather, have been together since the May long-weekend 2002, when she moved to Calgary, from Newfoundland, via a couple of years at the National Theatre School, in Montreal. I also work in theatre, and that's how we met. She toured into the theatre I was running in *January 2000, and the rest is... Well, you know.
Specifically we're theatre technicians, just so you don't think I'm one of those flakey actor types.
Anyway, during that first May long-weekend, I decided it would be a good idea, to introduce her to Land Cruisers, and off-roading.*
So we went out to meet up with the rest of the RMLCA group, for a day of wheeling. To my surprise, she had a great time.
But she really showed me she was a keeper, was:
After the day wheeling, sitting around the fire, the rest of the RMLCA'ers tried to convince us to stay the night, even though we had planned to head home at the end of the day. They had an extra tent, and sleeping bags. Again, to my surprise, she agreed.
Then it got strange.
Halfway through my first beer, I had been planning on driving home after all, it was discovered that the brother (and his buddy), of a guest cruiser head, who had long since worn out his welcome at our campfire, had gotten into a fight with a group of teenagers. These were grown men in their late 20's. It was a short one, as the only damage was to the brother, with one punch, though he claimed someone took a swing at him with a tree branch, the flesh between his nose and upper lip, was split clean through... As in, he could breathe through the hole.
Why am I telling you this?
Well, I was only halfway through my first beer. Therefore I was the only one legal to drive the guest cruiser head and his dumb-ass brother to the hospital. So, I did. This left Heather, with a group of people, she had just met, in the woods, in the middle of... Well she didn't know where she was, and it was coming up on sleepy time.
The group got her set-up in the tent with a sleeping bag, and there she was.
Fourth day in Alberta, in the middle of Alberta... She thought, in someone else's sleeping bag, in someone else's tent, alone, and as I found out later, terrified!
Turns out, I had abandoned someone who had never been wheeling, never been camping, never slept in a tent, and never really slept in a sleeping bag.
After driving the brothers to the nearest small town that had a hospital, and then informing them that, they were going to stay there in a motel, while I took their truck back to camp. The Cruiser-head, Jarod, who, unlike his brother was a pretty good guy, didn't even try to argue. Like me he figured hiss brother would be looking for some un-deserved revenge if we took him back.
So off I went, to sleep the rest of the night beside a much relieved Heather.
If the morning, we trailered Jarod's cruiser, and hitched it to his truck. His brother's friend drove it to town, Heather drove the brother's truck, and I lead the way in my FJ40, to the motel, and then we set-off for home.
Our first weekend together, was quite the strange adventure.
After all that, she stayed!*
That's why she's a keeper!
It would mean a lot to me to be able to surprise Heather with driving away, "Just Married" in a cruiser.
It'd be great if it was a green FJ40, 33's, stock rollbar, with the top off.
But really, any Land Cruiser would be great.
If you think you could help me out, you can reach me at:
fj55hybrid"at"gmail.com
If you want some references, and really you should. You can check with any of the RMLCA, Mud regulars:
crushers
lowenbrau
Ratpuke
Behemoth60
I hope these folks will vouch for me, although I do owe lowenbrau a bottle of scotch.
Anyway, thanks for reading.
Hope to hear from someone soon.
Chris McPherson
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Nevadans, meet Chris.
Chris, meet Nevadans.
This might be a little late in the game, and I think it's going to sound strange.
But...
I'm getting married in Las Vegas on February 29. That's not the strange part.
This is:
I'm hoping to find a Nevadan 'Mudder in the 'Vegas area, that has a dark green FJ40, that they would be willing to rent/loan to me for the classic, "Just Married" drive away from the chapel.*
Am I right, does that sound strange?
If I've lost your interest here, feel free to move on, to the next, more exciting thread.*
Anyone still reading, here's the skinny:
Myself and Heather, have been together since the May long-weekend 2002, when she moved to Calgary, from Newfoundland, via a couple of years at the National Theatre School, in Montreal. I also work in theatre, and that's how we met. She toured into the theatre I was running in *January 2000, and the rest is... Well, you know.
Specifically we're theatre technicians, just so you don't think I'm one of those flakey actor types.
Anyway, during that first May long-weekend, I decided it would be a good idea, to introduce her to Land Cruisers, and off-roading.*
So we went out to meet up with the rest of the RMLCA group, for a day of wheeling. To my surprise, she had a great time.
But she really showed me she was a keeper, was:
After the day wheeling, sitting around the fire, the rest of the RMLCA'ers tried to convince us to stay the night, even though we had planned to head home at the end of the day. They had an extra tent, and sleeping bags. Again, to my surprise, she agreed.
Then it got strange.
Halfway through my first beer, I had been planning on driving home after all, it was discovered that the brother (and his buddy), of a guest cruiser head, who had long since worn out his welcome at our campfire, had gotten into a fight with a group of teenagers. These were grown men in their late 20's. It was a short one, as the only damage was to the brother, with one punch, though he claimed someone took a swing at him with a tree branch, the flesh between his nose and upper lip, was split clean through... As in, he could breathe through the hole.
Why am I telling you this?
Well, I was only halfway through my first beer. Therefore I was the only one legal to drive the guest cruiser head and his dumb-ass brother to the hospital. So, I did. This left Heather, with a group of people, she had just met, in the woods, in the middle of... Well she didn't know where she was, and it was coming up on sleepy time.
The group got her set-up in the tent with a sleeping bag, and there she was.
Fourth day in Alberta, in the middle of Alberta... She thought, in someone else's sleeping bag, in someone else's tent, alone, and as I found out later, terrified!
Turns out, I had abandoned someone who had never been wheeling, never been camping, never slept in a tent, and never really slept in a sleeping bag.
After driving the brothers to the nearest small town that had a hospital, and then informing them that, they were going to stay there in a motel, while I took their truck back to camp. The Cruiser-head, Jarod, who, unlike his brother was a pretty good guy, didn't even try to argue. Like me he figured hiss brother would be looking for some un-deserved revenge if we took him back.
So off I went, to sleep the rest of the night beside a much relieved Heather.
If the morning, we trailered Jarod's cruiser, and hitched it to his truck. His brother's friend drove it to town, Heather drove the brother's truck, and I lead the way in my FJ40, to the motel, and then we set-off for home.
Our first weekend together, was quite the strange adventure.
After all that, she stayed!*
That's why she's a keeper!
It would mean a lot to me to be able to surprise Heather with driving away, "Just Married" in a cruiser.
It'd be great if it was a green FJ40, 33's, stock rollbar, with the top off.
But really, any Land Cruiser would be great.
If you think you could help me out, you can reach me at:
fj55hybrid"at"gmail.com
If you want some references, and really you should. You can check with any of the RMLCA, Mud regulars:
crushers
lowenbrau
Ratpuke
Behemoth60
I hope these folks will vouch for me, although I do owe lowenbrau a bottle of scotch.
Anyway, thanks for reading.
Hope to hear from someone soon.
Chris McPherson
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
