Vusteh, Wost, Wuste

(A bit late with this write up, but since no one will read it, I still feel positive)

  I may have gotten a D+ in German (hey, don't laugh), but I'm positive it's pronounced 'Vusteh'.  But a D+ will only get you so far in the world.  Thankfully, mine got me out of German.  

From up here, all you want to do is poop on cars

From up here, all you want to do is poop on cars

  In English, 'wuste' means desert, but thankfully (and well into its umpteenth year) the organizers haven't gone too literal with this.  Snakes, scorpions, sand and MK4 Jettas don't mix well.  On the day of the event it was 101 degrees, but I only have my D+ to blame considering there was ample warning in the events name.

  Though weather be damned, because the turn out was impressive.  Folks from California, Utah, Arizona, Oregon, Washington and of course Nevada, drove their Euro sleds in for a three day (in all honesty) car party.    

Like an awesome box of crayons. Crayolas, not that cheap crap from the dollar store.

Like an awesome box of crayons. Crayolas, not that cheap crap from the dollar store.

Down below, in a squared off section of parking lot, was the special invite area/vendor market.  Above, in the top three sections of parking garage, is where the common folk were left to mingle. And in all honesty, where all the fun was going on.

Told you so, all the fun

Told you so, all the fun

There is nothing better in the world than a free car show, except maybe, free bacon.  Unfortunately Wuste had neither of this things and at 30 beans per person, you might wonder if it is worth it.  Well yes, especially if it means being able to see such a great collection of cars and people in one spot.  Next year Wuste will be seeing me and my wallet again. And if all goes according to plan like it did this year; my sweaty armpits as well.