Hot Import Boobs-- err, Nights!

As we all know, The Fast and The Furious trilogy has left its mark as one of the best pieces of cinematic artistry in recent memory.  The dialogue alone is complete genius but to also possess such a complex story with originality and heart, well no wonder it was the tire screech heard around the world when Vin Diesel was robbed of the Academy Award...

As an owner of the complete box set including the extremely sought after director's cut, I was lucky enough to attend Orlando's version of this important fiber glass structured, truck dodging, silicone injected movement called, HOT IMPORT NIGHTS, baby!

All jokes aside, this event was pretty major.  I ran into the arms of my partner in crime, Chazz, because I knew the two of us together would definitely raise some hell.  And that, my friends, is exactly what we did... 

As we finagled ourselves into XM Satellite's VIP room due to Chazz's impeccable charm, she somehow made her way onstage to compete for a free XM radio.  Although she didn't win, homegirl gave mad props to the OCB crew while the world watched in amazement at the Amazonian queen that stood above them.

After our moment in the sun we had to get to work.  And by that I mean making belligerent conversation with car dudes, Duvall County DJ's and car models with cleavage that could pop out of a turtle neck. I started to feel the wear and tear of the strobe lights on my brain cavity but thanks to the automobile gods, ROCK STAR was giving out beverages.  At this point it's me and Chazz all hocked up on free energy drinks running rampant in a facility full of about a billion dollars worth of transportation.  Lynx, baby, you needs to invest in some 48" rims, candy paint and re-think the hot neon lights on yo' buildin'.

Highlight of the evening: Getting the five finger slap from the Ying Yang Twins and shootin' the shit with Orlando's own Smilez and Southstar for Enginehead.

Later on Chazz tagged Marquis in and homie and I finished up the evening with some mad crazy O-Lens videography.  I also had the pleasure to work with Enginehead and interview some car club members and their posse.  My fav. has to be Jade-- my name is Kitty, "Puurrrrrrr!"  You guys are crazy. 

The rest of you go check out the O-lens video to fully comprehend the truth about the rigorous standards girls have to go through to be a car model.  Oh, and don't forget to visit Enginehead to see my interview which explains why car clubs aren't just about the tricked out rides, but a family affair as well.

-Jordie