Showing posts with label Chevy Camaro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chevy Camaro. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Ultimate Bachelor Party *OR* Excuse Me Sir, I Think You Left Out Something

I am listening to Snow's 1992 hit, Informer. Ah, white Canadian Rasta Rap, where did you go?


Ok, onto the post. We here at Downward Brent Lee have been trying to think of the best bachelor party that we can host for B. Vegas is played out. We're not really much for going to clubs, a la Jersey Shore, and Atlantic City just isn't our cup of tea. Have you ever been to Atlantic City? It is like a poor man's Reno without the class.
So what do four guys in their 30's do for a bachelor party? How do we recapture the energy that we once had in high school? Simple, we rob a bank.


I'll let that sit in for minute..................................................................Yes, we're going to rob a bank. It isn't for the money, in fact, I think we would give it back (although Paul does have sticky fingers). The whole point is the rush of the act. Going up to the teller and politely telling them that we need all the money since we will be robbing them. We won't have guns, maybe just some butter knives or something, we don't want to hurt anyone. We get some duffel bags filled up and we nonchalantly walk out the door carrying thousands of dollars.

Here comes the best part though: the getaway. We will have rented some really cool, really fast cars in which to make our getaway. I might just choose a Camaro for nostalgia's sake.

I know Greg would pick something subtle, like a Ferrari.
My guess is Paul would try to blend in and drive something familiar, like a fire truck. Genius Paul, who would ever think to check the fire truck? Bravo!

B on the other hand would miss the point entirely and pick something, well, worthless. Like this Le Car.
While three of us would make it after an awesome car chase, B will have been thrown in jail and just might miss his wedding day. Sorry Corrin, but if your fiance made a better choice in vehicles, this would not have happened.

I, for one, am looking forward to us robbing a bank. I think it will get the adrenaline pumping, just what you need. And really, who else has done a bank robbery bachelor party? No one! Another Downward Brent Lee first!

(note to any law enforcement: this is a complete joke. I, nor anyone mentioned in this blog, has any intention of robbing a bank. None of us has ever been arrested nor intends to be. If you doubt that, take a look at the rest of this blog, all very tongue in cheek.)

Monday, January 3, 2011

Resolutions *OR* Light Promises I Am Going To Break This Week

Big happenings here at Downward Brent Lee in 2011. We are starting to gear up for the wedding of the decade, and I'm not talking about Kate & Will (that's the royal couple), nope, I am talking about our namesake, Brent Lee and his fiance Corrin Clark. It is going to take a lot more planning and luckily this blog is here to make sure that once-in-a-lifetime experience will be unforgettable. And in a big announcement, I get to walk the bride down the aisle and give her away.

What's that?
I don't get to do that?
I can't make that kind of a statement?
I had no right to insert myself that way?
But, look at all the work I've done.
Oh, okay, fine, I'll just sit down.

Our real big announcement is that Downward Brent Lee has gone Twitter-riffic! Check it out to the right, we've now got a Twitter feed. So go ahead and follow us as we muse about all things. We'll even expand our bounds and not talk wedding things (do we really only talk wedding things here?).

I do have one bone to pick with my readers, it seems that the things you promised me for Christmas never arrived. I expected a Chevy Camaro and a trip to Duarte. Here it is, January 3rd and I don't have a new car and I had to drive myself to Duarte the other day. Where is the justice? Santa wouldn't do this to me.




It being the new year, it does seem appropriate that I make some blog-specific resolutions. So here they are:

  • Less talk about Carl, one of the triplets that B & Corrin will have.
  • Fewer mentions about the original white rapper, Vanilla Ice.
  • I won't make fun of B any more.
  • No more sarcasm on this blog.
  • All the pictures will be appropriate for children.
  • I won't try to insert myself in the wedding, more than needed of course.
I think there are a few of those that aren't going to make it. Guess you will just have to tune in to see which ones stay and which ones go. Happy 2011 folks.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Load 'Em Up *OR* Please Sir, Can You Give Me A Lift?

Our little motley crew has made it to Carmel in our cars from high school. Just as a recap:
Paul is driving a Chevy S-10
Greg is driving a late 80's Buick Century
I am driving a 96 Chevy Camaro
And B is in the Kona Nut, a car that needs no explaination

It is time to depart and make our way toward our final destination of Vancouver, Canada via Oregon and Washington. While we have only been at this trip for a grand total of over 2 days, some old habits are creeping back in. It is like we are all 17 years old again. This has some benefits and some downfalls. We are not the most mature bunch, though we think we are. And B is wearing that darn Vanilla Ice shirt again. Won't that thing die?
Honestly, we're a bit embarrassed to be around him, so we jet off in our cars and let the Kona Nut fall behind. This is pretty typical. Don't ever ask B to lead a caravan, you might make it the year after you planned.

We cross the Golden Gate Bridge wishing we were driving these cars...
...instead of the moderately reasonable cars we are in. But then we remember, we are reliving some high school days, let's do something stupid and reckless. At that moment, I grab my emergency brake and yank it high to the ceiling and do a bitchin' 360 degree spin on the bridge. Paul and B yell at me for causing a potential problem while Greg tries to emulate by smashing down on his e-brake and pulling the same stunt. Greg and I are obviously enjoying this much more than the safety oriented Lee brothers.

It is near Eureka that we start to have some trouble. We've gone through about 4 barrels of oil just trying to keep these things on the road.
It is getting time. B calls in a favor and has another truck join the convey. Sadly, it isn't all that cool, but it might be needed just to make it to Oregon.
The fifteen flats of water than B and Paul are carrying in the backs of their vehicles are starting to weigh them down. I am getting tired of the same 6 CDs in my changer and Greg is starting to tire of the blue suede interior of the Buick. Yet, it is our inability to admit defeat to each other that keeps us going. We loved these cars, how could they let us down?

And then it dawns on us, we loved these cars because they meant freedom. We could go nearly anywhere. We could pick up chicks. We could go read magazines at the grocery store at 11:00pm. We could pile 10 people in them and go to a dance. These cars meant everything.

So we kept on, toward Canada.

Monday, December 13, 2010

What Harm Can A Bunch Of 30 Year-Olds Reliving Their High School Days Do *OR* I Hope The Nut Can Make It

In our last post we suggested the idea of the four groomsdudes getting back their old high school cars and taking them on one last roadtrip up the coast. As a recap, Paul will drive his S-10 (which got into an accident), Greg will take the old Buick Century (complete with suspension upgrades), I will take my old Camaro (the Silver Bullet won't let you down) and B will trail in the Kona Nut with all 12 hamster power.

I'll be honest, none of these cars is going to win a Concours d'Elegance or anything, but we loved those cars. I don't think we could count the hours we spent inside them or beside them trying to look cool. The cool part failed, but we had a good time. I have already told one story about the Kona Nut, so I will leave that out. I remember taking the S-10 to various functions because we could all sit in the back. And as Greg will remember, the back of that S-10 is where "Don't Wanna See No Schlong" became a big hit. With the Buick, I recall trying to the hit the very high notes in The-Artist-Formerly-Known-As-Prince's "Kiss." If you know me, I have a deep voice and it hurts getting up there. Then there is the Camaro, where to fit in the back, you had to be "flexy in the crotch." Again, we loved these cars and, gosh darnit, we were/are cool.

So the plan is to load up at La Canada High School, home of the Spartans and where all journeys should begin. There will be the obligatory mocking of the other vehicles, which I will win. My Camaro is bitchin' and everyone else should just bow down. And then Paul will want to get down to business and yell something that no one else really understands, but we will assume he means "Let's Ride" and we'll head on out. The 210 to the 134 to the 101 to the 1. Simple as that. Greg and I will race as much as we can while the Lee boys stop at every firestation they see. Paul will get on the CB radios we had installed and regale us with stories about car wrecks. Our first stop would be Morro Bay. Why? 1) Where else do you fly a kite out of a car window? 2) Free lodging. 3) Hofbrau!.

That night, while watching Cops, B will retell the story of him hitting 3 cows with a firetruck.
The next morning B and Paul will be up at 5:30am to walk along the beach while Greg and I sleep in and wait for some room service. Around 9:30 we will load up again after putting gallons of oil in the Kona Nut and the Buick (the Chevys won't have any problems yet, unless I hit a curb). Today we head up the best part of Highway 1 up to Carmel, CA and home of the Pebble Beach Concours d'Elegance. It is swanky and we fit right in. Carmel being the home of John Steinbeck, some great food, and the Seventeen Mile Drive.
There will have been some hills (advantage S-10), some curves (advantage modified Buick) and some need for speed (advantage Camaro). We'll just make B carry the luggage or something in the Nut. Sure, Greg and I will have made it up there about an hour before the Lee brothers, but we have heavy feet, what can I say?

Of course, the theme song for this entire journey will be the Refreshments "Banditos." Look it up- and I'll meet you at the mission at midnight.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Bachelor Road Trip *OR* How Many Cans Of Oil Can We Use In A Week?

I think I have mentioned the BBC television program Top Gear before on this blog. And yes, there is an American version as well, but it isn't quite the same yet. One the hallmarks of the show are the road trips that the hosts take and the vehicles that they use. This got us here at Downward Brent Lee thinking, which is always a dangerous prospect.

Why don't we get the ol' gang back together, find our cars from high school and take them on a trip up the California coast? We'll start here in the Los Angeles area and make our way up Highway 1 all the way to Vancouver (The Canada one, not the Washington State one).

Here is your line-up:
Paul Lee driving a Chevrolet S-10.


Greg Kathol driving a Buick Century




I will drive a Chevy Camaro.
So awesome!

And B will finish up in the famous Kona Nut.
Next week we will tackle the adventure. Stay tuned.

And don't forget to vote in the poll. I need stuff.