Hmm... Write-up, that would be prudent, yes. For those of you who didn't go, I can list two pairs of good reasons why you didn't go. 
Anyhoo, I'll start the write-up at Saturday, because Friday consisted of unpacking and me acting like a dork with David and Lisa. So, Saturday morning had Patrick stopping in to visit us 54 hours later than he had proposed, whilst David, Lisa and I were entrenched in Top Gear (Tooonoight). We packed his tools into my car and headed off to the Candyland that is Pick-A-Part (Which now has a number of anti-theft procedures). There is now five Fieros in the lot (Including one who's Muncie is simply waiting to be taken out, as it's sitting on it's own, freshly rebuilt, and it's only $50 this week!) none of which contained what I personally needed (Patrick could have used control arms, but unfortunately Austin, who had a necessary tool, was doomed to hit a pothole and rupture his radiator tank. Here's hoping he's back up and running soon!). I found my alternator in some weird-named GM, and proceded to cut myself twice and stab myself once taking it out, but boy was it worth it - $20 for a fresh-rebuilt alternator! While we moped along further, Patrick found us two new potential recruits who just moved from Alberta, and as such we chatted to them for a while. Following that, we looked around the lot for Clynt's brakes - of which there were plenty, but only a couple which were even worth looking at. Becoming bored/frustrated/bored+frustrated, we decided to look at trucks and vans based upon GMC 1500 architecture, in an effort to find mucho grande sway bars - which is when Patrick and I encountered David and Tim (Who also met the new couple) while they were looking for an automatic shift knob. David quickly and quietly quelled (Oh, q-based alliteration, damn I'm good) Patty's idea to use the much heavier sway-bar from those vehicles on the Fiero, specifying mounting angles as the main culprit. I also managed to pick up a pair of vent-sheets for Johnny-boy, and Patty and I went to grab a heater core, only to realize it was for a non-AC core. At this point we were too hungry to continue, and thus, left for the camp barbeque.
The barbeque had a number of people show up: Maureen, Tim, Damien and Michelle. We all ingested unhealthy amounts of meat while discussing everything from marriage to things which cannot be said in a public forum. Following the awesome lunch, we wandered down to the river (Best. Idea. Ever.) and chatted for a while longer (Or in the males cases' pretending to look at the bridge down-river) while enjoying the sights and sounds (Hehe). Eventually, Patrick, Damien and I abandonned our scientific theories and headed back to camp. We all socialized further, until Maureen and Tim both needed to leave. Which is when Lisa's family and then Pat Patterson and his wife and son showed up (Which elevated our discussions to a new level of incredible). It should also be noted that Pat was kind enough to donate us wood, which was beyond useful this morning. Eventually Tyler (Whom you may better know here as ZeroC) showed up with his eyeball-rattingly-loud Fiero - but not for us, but rather for the paintball course right next to us. At this point Patrick, Damien, Pat Patterson, David and I began discussing various things while standing around my engine bay, however when Tyler returned to his car, we quickly headed that way to admire the exhaust work and questionable legality of his tires (275's! Slicks! On stock rims!) before he too headed off, followed eventually by Lisa's family and then the Patterson family. Patrick hung around right to the bitter end but eventually left at 11:30pm, leaving Damien, Michelle, David, Lisa and myself remaining until Sunday, which consisted of more crazy-talk (Adjustable and/or active aerodynamics, jet turbines, ECU management, etc...) before enough was enough and we did have to head back. David and I had fun whipping around on the highway (While I intentionally tried to ignoring my rapidly falling fuel gauge). After dumping off a few of David's supplies to him, I headed home and enjoyed seeing just how hard I could push my car with practically drops in the tank.
It died literally in front of the gas pump - perfect timing. 
------------- Never shift into reverse without a back-up plan.
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