Testicle Festival

No, no pictures. I was at Test Fest yesterday, out at Niagara-on-the-Lake. It's an annual week-long hoe-down where all the manufacturers put up all their cars in a bunch of categories for journalists to drive a)on a road test, and b) on a race track. Which is the air strip down Hwy 55.

It's an AJAC event (Automotive Journalists Association of Canada), so there are the meetings interspersed throughout, and the big bang Awards Banquet which was last night.

I was there as an invitee, which means doing all the fun stuff but not having to do the work. Drivers have to drive every car in at least 3(I think) classes, which takes literally days. As best as I can tell. I was in the tent where the food was. For the part where I wasn't in a big snazzy motorhome with the Jaguar people. It was drizzling and rainy and muddy and horrible weather-wise. It was much fun all the other way wises.

The banquet was quite lovely, with the only misbehaviour coming from a large table near the centre that had Reserved for Toronto Star on it. Figures.

Anyway. I got about 2 hours sleep (I sleep like crap in hotels) and I'm tired and crabby so this is your blog. Oh, and the title (which Roz came up with all on her own, actually, though it turns out it's always been called that) denotes the certain masculine air that can infiltrate a bunch of mainly men slamming new cars around a track and showing off. The words 'Sausage Fest' also drifted past my ears more than once.

Read the Star for the lowdown and highlights. I'll link more on the weekend.