A
amphipoda
Guest
Amphi looses, but wins!
Every Wednesday in Poway (a small
city north east of San Diego) there is
a gathering of cool cars in front of the
"Chicken Pie Restaurant." Sort of an
informal display with judges and corny
prizes. I polished up Amphi and we
crashed the party. Immediately the
crowd ignored all the fancy muscle
cars, hotrods, sports cars, etc, and
walked over to see Amphi. The hoard
was 5 layers deep with people elbowing
one another to catch a glimpse of my
strange little amphibious orphan. I
allowed a young boy to sit in the driver's
seat while his father took photos. Well,
the little tadpole yanked on the bilge pump
switch and a 30 foot jet of water squirted
one of the show's judges square in the chest.
Everyone howled with laughter... except
the judge. Later in the evening the grand
prize (a free dinner for 2 at the Chicken Pie
Restaurant) was awarded to a cherry red
`57 Corvette. As this was announced the
crowd began chanting "Amphicar...
Amphicar... Amphicar..." The Corvette
owner was a class act and tried to give me
the Chicken Pie dinner passes. Amphi is
a class act too and declined. I've only had
cherry and apple pies my entire life and the
thought of a chicken pie kind of turns my
stomach. Californians will prepare, sell,
and eat pretty much anything...
BTW ? last room in Celina Comfort in has
been taken. Sorry if you tried and were too
late.
The Amphicar newsletter arrived... best
piece of mail I've received in 2 months!
Amphipoda
'64 Turquoise
San Diego, CA
Every Wednesday in Poway (a small
city north east of San Diego) there is
a gathering of cool cars in front of the
"Chicken Pie Restaurant." Sort of an
informal display with judges and corny
prizes. I polished up Amphi and we
crashed the party. Immediately the
crowd ignored all the fancy muscle
cars, hotrods, sports cars, etc, and
walked over to see Amphi. The hoard
was 5 layers deep with people elbowing
one another to catch a glimpse of my
strange little amphibious orphan. I
allowed a young boy to sit in the driver's
seat while his father took photos. Well,
the little tadpole yanked on the bilge pump
switch and a 30 foot jet of water squirted
one of the show's judges square in the chest.
Everyone howled with laughter... except
the judge. Later in the evening the grand
prize (a free dinner for 2 at the Chicken Pie
Restaurant) was awarded to a cherry red
`57 Corvette. As this was announced the
crowd began chanting "Amphicar...
Amphicar... Amphicar..." The Corvette
owner was a class act and tried to give me
the Chicken Pie dinner passes. Amphi is
a class act too and declined. I've only had
cherry and apple pies my entire life and the
thought of a chicken pie kind of turns my
stomach. Californians will prepare, sell,
and eat pretty much anything...
BTW ? last room in Celina Comfort in has
been taken. Sorry if you tried and were too
late.
The Amphicar newsletter arrived... best
piece of mail I've received in 2 months!
Amphipoda
'64 Turquoise
San Diego, CA
