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One of the largest automotive enthusiast meets in the LA area was held this past Tuesday and I almost missed it. I was browsing a few BMW forums and happened to notice a bunch of similar posts popping up on each of them. Each one was inquiring about caravan spots for to a meet called “Krispy Kreme Tuesdays.” After doing some research and asking a few local friends if they had been to one of these meets before, I learned that it had a bit of a negative stigma associated with it. Apparently, previous Krispy Kreme Tuesdays were plagued with cops who would bust people and hand out annoyance tickets for things like tint, no front plate, exhaust, etc. When I looked at the official Facebook page of the meet and saw that over 1400 people had already confirmed, I threw caution to the wind and started my own 818 caravan post to see if anyone local wanted to caravan to the meet. To my surprise, four cars showed up to join me on the trek from Sherman Oaks to Burbank.
After we got off the freeway and made our way to Victory Blvd we started to see evidence of the madness. There were so many cars that we ended up being stuck on Victory Blvd for at least fifteen minutes before we were able to turn into Victory Plaza. Once there it became even worse – it took us about twenty-five minutes just to find parking. Fortunately, we were lucky enough to find a row that already had some fellow BMWs.
After chatting with our fellow BMW enthusiasts and troubleshooting a friend’s failed Angel Eye setup, we began to walk around to see what other cars we were destined to run into. For example, here’s one of the sickest looking Porsche’s I have ever seen.
An out of this world 1M with BBS FI Rims, Brembo BBK & a ton of carbon fiber touches.
The police did show up to keep everyone in check, but thankfully they were being extremely lenient; tickets were only being written to people who did burnouts or engaged in other disrespectful activity.
By the end of the evening, the entire parking lot (which can hold over 2000 cars) had filled. I was extremely glad that I participated, instead of listening to those that told me it would be a huge rice-fest or that everyone would get tickets. I was able to experience the true diversity of the Southern California car culture, and meet some interesting people in the process.