So he got up there, naked as God put him on the face of this earth, except cute crocodile underwear to protect his most intimate spot (not that it is worth mentioning at all). They started spinning him. He started drinking. They spun some more. He spun for a while. And then it came pouring down like a subtropic rain shower: a melange of all the drinks and nasty junk food he had all day. Accompanied by these obvious splashes. A great performance!And not only did he beat the Briton, he almost doubled his score reaching 110 points. Clearly this trophy would go to a southern German club. In the morning, everyone got ready for the events planned. Except those guys who still had to repair their scooters. 
Among them Steffi, also known as the infamous Pupherrze, who had ruined his Malossi on the way to Aachen. Here he is, trying to attach his new cylinder. But yes, he has this annoying look because excessive beer consumption rendered him unable to perform the task.
The next event planned was the quartermile acceleration race.
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Thilo's Fusion Project really kicked some ass there. In case you don't know what it is, it's a 69cc (!) Polini cylinder on an NRG mc2 Piaggio engine. Since it has automatic transmission, maximum power output at 10000rpms (and the reliability to run for a while), the stick shift scooters didn't have a chance. Thilo outran them easily.
