Dubs at the Beach 2010 - Friday

Working for a performance shop and going to show means that your experience is extremely tilted in one direction. It ends up very one sided. Generally speaking you get to the event well before anyone else does, and typically see very little of the actual show. It's not unusual to never get outside of the booth for any significant amount of time, maybe 5 minutes to hit the restroom and do a 360 second lap of the closest row of cars.



Still it's usually a good time, even with all the hard work and time away from home. This year's Dubs at the Beach was sort of a big question mark for everyone involved though. The show was rumored to be canceled up until practically the last minute, and then when the show was finally official, it was scheduled for Memorial Day weekend. Memorial Day weekend and Ocean City?



Yeah...not the best timing, since rates go through the roof once it's official in season in Ocean City. Added to that the were two other shows in the general area (Bug Out in VA and Cabin Fever in MD) and the attendance was predicted to be down from last year, at least that's what we were guessing.



With the holiday weekend bringing heavy traffic, we headed out a little earlier from the shop on Friday morning. As usual, we found ways to amuse ourselves while following the rig.



Brad and Jason were in Brad's A4, while Arno and I were each rocking our respective 8v slugs. We had a few painfully slow runs down 113 along the way....



Once were arrived at the track construction site we met up with Mark and the rest of the crew for a few minutes before setting up the framing on the new canopy. It rules pretty hard. Luckily we didn't have much else to do and were on our way to the house in no time.











This one was pretty nice, HUGE compared to most, and with a pool table and kick-ass vintage synth organ.



Jason was pretty taken with that last feature. He's a regular Beethoven.



They also had a crab pot so we started finishing for some Blue Crab..or...crabbing for Blue Crab. Either way, we didn't get many this first day, and the little bastards sure do get angry when you take them out of the water!



That was about it for day one. By the time we pried ourselves off the back porch and ate dinner it was time to call it a night. We had an early start for the next day, and couldn't get too crazy, as hangovers do not typically go well with unpacking a 48' trailer worth of product...trust me on that one.

_WRS