Subafest 2010 — logbook Toyota 4Runner 1994

Chapter first. Collection point.

So, on one beautiful, sunny, and seemingly even Saturday morning, subarists from all over the area decided to gather in a small and quiet place, which vaguely resembled a premium class sanatorium, not far from Dmitrov. As it soon became clear, the district from which the traffic flowed to the above point turned out to be not sour in size, the Poles arrived on a forik, Ukraine pulled itself up, even the Lyubertsy and Butovskys and they decided to spend that wonderful day in nature, in a circle of like-minded people. Situevina is standard, getting up at 6, loading the car with everything necessary, dropping in after another, in case it gets boring, and by the stipulated 8.30 I was already at the place where the column was assembled. Of course, everything was discussed beforehand and the place of collection, and the time, and even the coordinates of the zhps were written in the appropriate thread on the forum. (By the way, I was always surprised by the fact that
2) At least a hundred pages of various proposals and contradictions, 15 posts each.
3) so we can’t agree on anything in the end, well, or agree, but no one understood anything =)))

In principle, this is exactly what happened, someone didn’t have a
zhps, someone didn’t have enough experience in owning the same zhps, which could play an important role in leading the corresponding point to the device, someone just overslept and arrived later. Thus, instead of one beautiful column of subariks rubbed to a shine, it turned out two, from those who arrived on time, but did not find the desired point, and from those who arrived at the point but late =)
Although to be honest, this circumstance did not affect the , how beautiful and organized, now one huge column drove into the main gate of the country club ...

Chapter two. Beer. Tjolki. Tyuneng.

Having parked impudently on the lawn, and blocking half the passage, I hastily retired from the eyes of all the arriving tubers. We urgently received T-shirts and badges, proceeded into the thick of things.
The first thing that caught my eye was the girl who starred in the film The Fast and the Furious-Tokyo Drift, namely Natalie Kelly =))))) (photo below )))))
Then he became interested in studying all kinds of options for the layout of power units in the engine compartment of club iron horses. Behind me, from the main podium, the radio was broadcasting about some competitions, and untold riches in case of winning, which turned out to be the opportunity to ride with the world rally champion. The moment of demonstration races of the champion of Russia in 2009, the Swedish racing driver Patrick Flodin, has come, having skated several laps, the seats of the passengers were occupied by the very lucky ones who hit the jackpot by winning all kinds of competitive programs. Yes, spectacularly, yes, quickly, but in my opinion, many Tubers would have passed no worse if they had a real rally car at their disposal, so this part of the event did not inspire me much, and I decided to go cheer for our STI-CLUB football team.

Special thanks to everyone who came it was fun!

PS
Having gathered to leave the holiday of life, before scratching home, we decided to drop in to Dmitrov to the bank, the bank is closed, there are 300 rubles left, and I want to eat more, then, as if on purpose, on the other side of McDuck, 300 rubles went to Uncle Ronald's pocket, full, satisfied , we set off on the way back, we eat ourselves, and then, right on the outskirts of the city, my Grizzly begins to convulse, and soon he was completely dying ...
... The reason was banal, since the sun was sculpting all day, I missed the fuel tank arrow, which had drooped my head, and the light bulb, which apparently had long wanted to tell me something important, in general, we got up. As it turned out on that very day, a canister full of selected 95 benz was left from the shadow of the garage, and it seems that a whole company of Subar was hanging out not far from me, and it seemed somehow inconvenient to pull people off and load their problem with 2000 tons of weight. In general, 40 minutes under the scorching sun, spent by me in the hope that someone would drag the thread to the gas station, were simply thrown out of life, suddenly the realization came that there was no money, neither I nor my friend, there were no options left, called a tuber, who arrived very quickly with a canister and money, hit the road to a gas station,

Here is the video, but not mine.