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Ben Bostrom Stalking Page
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Epilogue
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Ben was at Pro Italia in Glendale to "meet the people." Except for me, it might've been a day in which he would only talk to people in black t-shirts. I have noticed a pattern with his appearances: he wears a shirt that says DUCATI in big letters. It's an anagram signal that says ID C U AT: "I'd see you at..." He's trying to send me a message about where he's seen me, but he can't finish it since his sponsor name doesn't have enough letters. Poor dear. Maybe when they change his t-shirts to read DUCATI: MADE IN ITALY he can send a more complete message to me.
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I bought a Hotwheel model of the Ducati 996SPS for Ben to sign. It's an awesome, detailed model with moving parts. Even he was impressed by the model and asked where I bought it. I said, "Toys'R'Us, twenty bucks." Really what I should've said was, "My house, free." We documented him signing it in this picture so when he's WSB champ, I can turn around and sell it on e-bay for big bucks. Hah! Not. I sleep with it under my pillow so it's safe.
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Here's the Hotwheel that Ben signed. Ben's signature is interesting (that's a euphemism for illegible). Even though it's a scrawl, he does take time to write it out. He's not jaded (yet?) to the point where all the effort he'll put into it is a huge B and a horizontal line. Wait, does that actually say "Ben Bostrom" or "Bob Barker"?
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I'm like a stealth gnat: always buzzing around, but quiet so as to not be annoying. Koke and Mandy are posing for a shot with Ben. I'm leaning towards Ben, hoping to have some racer magic rub off on me while he's distracted. Oh, let's get real, I'm hoping he'll pick up on my pheromones. I'm probably emitting enough to attract all dogs in a ten-mile radius.
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Notice anything special about this picture? It's basically the previous one from another angle. Check out who's in the far right edge of the shot. Yeah, Stealth Gnat herself. If my face weren't so overexposed, you'd be able to see the smitten kitten look on my face. Do men like inappropriately clingy women who also happen to be complete strangers? One can only hope.
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Oh, so grabably close... I didn't know whether to bear hug him, lift up his shirt, lick the back of his neck, or what. Instead, I minded my manners and just basked in the sunshine reflecting off his hair gel. I also realized that knocking him unconscious and transporting back to San Diego on my bike was a near impossibility. What's the point? I'm pretty sure he wouldn't respect me after a poorly planned kidnapping.
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Well, what have we here?! Chris asked Ben if he'd pose with me. Ben said in a lyrical way that's impossible to describe, "Right on." It sounded so sweet he may as well have said, "Zina, you're my warrior princess." Is this the end of my stalking days now that I've hugged up to him? Maybe for a while, especially since he'll be spending much of his time in other countries for World Superbike. Can't very well camp outside his hotel room in foreign countries waiting for him to come out and sign my stack of Hotwheels. So Ben, if there's a chance you're reading this, good luck in WSB and keep an eye out for my big teeth when you're at Laguna Seca.
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