Name: Rebecca

why we should be your chauffeur: Because I know the nod. You know, the nod. The casual, "What's up?" shake of the head you give when your car continues violently shaking after you turn off the engine and walk away. The nonchalant, "Hey, man" lift of the chin when the window doesn't roll down all the way and you have to squeeze your hand through the narrow space to hand in a toll. The nod is an essential part of riding in an El Tio. It's the confident acknowledgment that this is your ride, you dig it and know there is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, the nod lets the world know that you have more personality in your right fender than they have from bumper to bumper. -- 2006-05-13 08:06:42

Name: amanda

why we should be your chauffeur: because sometimes, you got to get the hell out of harvard square. -- 2006-05-09 08:49:30

Name: angie

why we should be your chauffeur: back home in the lone star state, everyone has a car, so when i turned 16, i too got my own set of wheels... a car handed down my brother/uncle/great-aunt/grandmother. it was an '82 pontiac j2000 and from the first time i drove her and broke off her rearview mirror in the first 30 seconds, i knew this sweet thing was my soulmate. i didn't even need a rearview to look backwards in when i was in her, 'cause all i could see was our bright and glorious future together. sadly, our companionship ended up being short and sweet, since my j2000 broke down all the time. (she was actually the reason i got a cell phone, since we couldn't afford to fix her but my parents wanted me to at least be able to call someone when i was stuck on the side of a texas country road.) in college i bid good-bye to my high school best friend and moved on to an toyota echo... but it was just an echo of the real car i loved. here in boston, even that echo had to be left behind as i am carless and miss my j2000 more than ever. if i got to ride around in el tio for a week, it would be such a sweet reminder of my first love! i knew from when i first saw el tio that she and my old j2000 must be of the same stock! and if we broke down while crusing in el tio, it would be *even* better... just like old times! i actually like the adventure of not knowing if your car will get you to your next place... riding in el tio would be the best thing to happen to me in boston: it would link my happy past to my new adventures here. (and if you pick me, i promise to make you some yummy homemade texas sheet cake for breakfast!) -- 2006-05-05 20:37:19

Name: Beth

why we should be your chauffeur: we could go race Subaru Brats together and finally put to bed the TRUE leader of the Car/Trucks. Or Crucks. Clearly it's the El Camino! -- 2006-05-05 14:27:14

Name: Jeanne

why we should be your chauffeur: When I was young teen growing up in good Ole Ludlow, MA, my dad owned a maroon/silver two-toned 1986 Chevy El Camino. I remember the day he brought her home. It was like having a new member in the family. I remember staring at her endlessly, picturing myself behind the wheel of that fireball on wheels! The windows rolled down, cruisin down East St., watching the looks on people's faces as I drove by. I could imagine conversations husbands would have with their wives at the dinner table that night- "Honey, you'll never believe what I saw today. It was the strangest thing. It wasn't really a car and it wasn't really a truck...it was like a car that was also a truck." The wife would reply, "I see you had a liquid lunch again." For you see, my b.good friends, Ludlow had never before seen the likes of an El Camino. Two years I waited for that moment. I took my driver's test and passed. I couldn't wait to get behind Chi Chi's wheel! That's what I called her, Chi Chi. There was no getting home fast enough! As I was skipping home from the bus stop I spotted two figures standing in the driveway. One was my father, the other I didn't recognize. I could make out the two figures shaking hands and then my father handing something over to the person. I couldn't tell what it was. As my father turned to walk into the house, the stranger got into Chi Chi and drove off. I started running and screaming "Police, Police, Call the police! He's stealing Chi Chi!!!" My father turned to me and said, "He isn't stealing it, he bought it." I was stunned at the fact he had sold her but even more stunned that he had referred to Chi Chi as an "it". "What's the big deal? it's just a car." he said. I was speechless. Just a car, I though, Just A CAR! Chi Chi was more than just a car. She was a car that was also a truck! If I were to win this contest it would afford me the opportunity to live out a childhood dream that has haunted me all these years. thank you for your consideration -- 2006-05-05 13:13:56

Name: Emma Sichterman

why we should be your chauffeur: Why I Should win a Week with El Tio By Emma Because you would be aiding me MEDICALLY. MEDICALLY! I could DIE, and winning this contest could very likely save my life. Okay, that was a drastic exaggeration. Sorry. But I am freakishly underweight and need to gain some PRONTO. In my quest to gain weight (which isn't happening much on my own because I am freakishly unable to) having my own chauffeur could help me tremendously in this quest. A. I wouldn't be walking to work (which happens to be conveniently located around the corner from b.good...also, I live in Central Square, which is a short drive away, you would be saving a buttload on gas) and would thus be burning fewer calories per day. I know, you're thinking, why doesn't she just drive herself? Well, that is because I am super lame and don't have a driver's license. Don't go there. B. I would be eating burgers and fries and shakes every night, instead of a bowl of cereal or a bagel, which is my current diet because I am a poor student. And, now you're thinking, she doesn't eat beef or chicken, how is this going to work? Here's the shocker: I WOULD, if I won. Pinky swear. I would EAT MEAT if I won. Not just croutons and cheese...MEAT. Whoa. And C. Wouldn't you rather drive someone around that you know, who isn't sketchy, and isn't an axe murderer, and who doesn't live in a shady neighborhood? Honestly, someone freaky could win this contest, and the chauffeur might very well end up dead in an alley way. This is not cool. And that is why I should win. The end. -- 2006-05-05 08:29:58

Name: Matt Drazba

why we should be your chauffeur: I want to reconnect with a piece of s*&t car. I am one of four children and I outweigh my 3 sisters combined. They used to try to make me play barbies. At times, I was sadly forced to give in. My youth was full of estrogen, and I wanted to break out. Enter "El Macho." When I turned 16 I got my drivers license and keys to a POS Emerald Green 1995 Plymouth Voyager. That's where the fun began. Within a year, the transmission died for the 3rd time in the car's life. We got a new one, only to have the check engine light go on, and stay on, everytime I drove. Scary, but I got used to it. A few months later I noticed the gas gauge was acting funny, so I hit the dashboard. it worked for a little while before going completely haywire. Furthermore, the tape player would make a high-pitched screetching noise when a tape was inserted, making cd playing complicated. What was my solution? hitting the damn thing. For three years I hit the dashboard to make the screetching stop. One day, I was enraged and hit the tape player so hard the entire dash exploded while I was driving. FUn. These things weren't life-threatening, only inconvenient. Plus, El Macho was earning the reputation as a beast that, despite all its problems, just wouldn't quit. Soon, more stuff started to go wrong, and it felt oooooooo so right. The back hatch to the van fell off while I was driving. I couldn't explain it. I had to bungee cord the hatch inside the back of the van and then explain to my friends how the van survived yet another brush with death. Now, along came the speeding tickets. It's hard to judge how fast you're going when the speedometer goes up to 85, but I was clocked by the cop going 104. I told him I was going to church and he let me go. 3 more 90+ speeding tickets later (all three by siblings), that car was still running at a Daytona level. One day, during school, I had to hurry to my car because I forgot my homework in it. I rushed and slammed the sliding door so hard that the thing came off in my hand. I had to duct tape the thing back on in order to get it to a shop to be fixed. I forgot to mention that my car was possessed. Every time one'd drive in it, the lights would flicker on and off and the automatic locks would fire, freaking out unknowing passengers. I was also the chauffer to wrestling practice, stuffing upwards of 20 people in the van on the way to the off-campus site, engaged in drive-by Moonings by the front seat passenger the whole way. We finally stopped doing the moonings when the front-seater was propositioned by a homosexual male at a stoplight. Right before I left for college, 2 big things happened. First, my car hit 300,000 miles. I threw a party at my house and my friends brought over gifts for my car. The best gift was the stripper, who actually gave my car a lap-dance. No, my car did not rape her, he did not go to Duke. SEcond, my car got hotwired from in front of my house. THis was the saddest day of my life until this point. I just found that my long-lost twin brother had been kidnapped. Worst of all, my prissy sisters were happy he was gone because he was "too broken." I looked around and around for the thing, putting up Missing Persons flyers around the neighborhood. A coupla days later the car was found, and I could be happy again!--though my sisters couldn't. Anyway, I left for college and told my brother goodbye, leaving him in the clutches of my evil sisters. He survived the first year I was gone, barely. This past year has been the touhgest for him. My youngest sister has deep hatred for my brother, El Macho, and exacted it by getting into 4 separate car accidents. The fourth, and final, was successful. She cause 200 dollars of damage to the bumper, and he was declared "totaled" just last month. I can never forgive my sister for what she did to my brother. He died with over 350,000 miles on him. I still believe that car ran on pure love, baby. I don't know how it survived all that crap. I never got a chance to say goodbye to my brother before he was donated to charity. I want to ride in El Tio to experience, one last time, what it was like to have a brother. I hope the car backfires. I hope the engine explodes on the freeway (and insurance covers it or something). I hope someone steals it (and you get it back unharmed, of course.) I hope my lifespan is shortened because of the toxic fumes I inhale. Nothing can bring my brother back to me, but riding El Tio will at least bring closure to my relationship with El Macho. I hope he's smiling down on my from car heaven. Oh yeah, I'll (jokingly) kill the winner should I not be picked. Please let me say goodbye to my brother. El Macho Forever -- 2006-05-04 21:47:27

Name: Andrew Schwartz

why we should be your chauffeur: Because I work at home. -- 2006-05-04 14:56:39

Name: tbone

why we should be your chauffeur: Well, first off, being that I am self employed, picking me would not only maximize advertising potential but also enable the lucky chauffeur to have the most fun possible. The possibilities are numerous: ::We could simply cruise the hot spots around beantown and the burbs with our music blasting and our bass cannon booming - and if it doesn't have a bass cannon, we could just put a real bass drum in the back and pound that with some sort of string hooked up to the pedal ::We could go get stuck in traffic for fun - making loud audible fusses with our voices and horns because we too have to be somewhere at somepoint ::Maybe we could stop in the middle of an intersection somewhere and pop the hood and pretend we're broken down and look at the engine like everyone else who breaks down does, as if some magical RESTART button will suddenly appear ::We could go to the heart of central square and perform some neutral drops, shred some rubber creating J-Strips or attempt to spell out B.GOOD in hot rubber ::We could try to set some sort of undocumented record for the number of times a single car has traveled around a rotary - maybe until we run out of gas. Possibly set up a schedule of doing 25 to 30 laps around various high profile rotaries throughout the burbs. Personally, I've been around Sullivan Square 5 times in a row before leaving it - we'd have to at least beat that. ::My part time employee and I could set up a small table and 2 chairs in the back and drive around like we are in some sort of sophisticated game of chess to match directly with the sophisticated appearance of the ride. Of course, we don't really know how to play chess but noone will know. We could pull into harvard square and try to challenge the real intellects that play on those tables near that non B.Good restaurant. ::We could drive around and pull up next to cops and see if they would want to maybe race a little down Storrow Drive or something. ::We could leave the engine on, keys in the ignition, and surveil the car from a distance and see if anyone tries to steal the ol' girl. Then maybe you could have some sort of anti-b.good winner - maybe ban them from your place for a week instead, or have them come in and run the grills for a week. ::Fill the back with live chickens and drive around telling people that b.good is having a special that day - the all new "Meet your food day. Pet A Chicken - have a sandwich." PETA may not like that though. Ok so the list could really go on and on but I have to go to lunch now. Before going however, I must say, that if you do pick me, I will have to keep you to your words on this page. As written: "And on the way, we'll stop by b.good to get free dinner for you and everyone you live with. And on the way, we want to stop by b.good to pick free dinner for you and everyone you live with." From my take on this, we're stopping by b.good twice to get food, ie. getting 2 meals a day. My lawyer agrees. Thank you and good day. owner, manager, and receptionist department of redundancy department -- 2006-05-04 12:07:47

Name: Patrick

why we should be your chauffeur: Forget the ride I want the food! Even though taking the T and arriving at least 10 minutes late daily is a serious issue that El Tio could surely fix, the scrum-didilly-umcious food is what intrigues me. I want to eat like a king for a week, cheers! -- 2006-05-04 12:00:16

Name: Danielle Kost

why we should be your chauffeur: Because like El Tio, we can all use some good food, fiber and TLC to get us going after after a cold winter. -- 2006-05-04 11:28:35

Name: Carol Branning

why we should be your chauffeur: A ride in El Tio Would simply thrill me-o. Each morning we'd roll on our way down Dot Ave. We'd reach work in style - what more could I have? As we passed all the envious people at night, I'd eat with my left hand and wave with my right. Returning to Boston, with bags full of fries, Warm hugs and lips smacking from my two big guys. As great as the food is from famous b.good T'would even b.better chauffered through my 'hood. -- 2006-05-04 10:48:19

Name: Anna

why we should be your chauffeur: I like the "saucy susan" entry the best. -- 2006-05-03 21:31:22

Name: Heather Feather

why we should be your chauffeur: because even though I don't eat Bgood everyday......I DREAM ABOUT IT EVERY SINGLE NIGHT!!!!! -- 2006-05-02 18:50:44

Name: debbie steiner

why we should be your chauffeur: You don't really need to drive me any where ...Well you could drive me to my gym so that I don't have to deal with parking and so I could burn off a few calories that I will be consuming buy eating you darn yummy food all week! -- 2006-05-02 15:51:51

Name: Eric Fenton

why we should be your chauffeur: Every week my company orders lunch for 30-40 people from Milk Street Cafe. I suggested to the person in charge that we try lunch from b good instead. The sandwiches were a huge hit, so now b good is the official lunch spot for my office when ordering take out. Also I work on boylston street so the commute would be easy. Is Danny going to be the driver? -- 2006-05-02 12:29:37

Name: kelly wesley

why we should be your chauffeur: i have to admit, el camino's scare me, however they don't scare me as much as some of the people on the silver line. it would be a dream come true to not have to rely on the bus and the train in order to get to work for a whole week. and of course i am a b.good fan. plus picking up dinner on the way home would be easy since there's a b.good where i live (south end - dartmouth) and where i work (harvard square). it's a win, win from my perspective. b.good to me and give me a ride! yours truly, kelly -- 2006-05-01 12:38:17

Name: kevbo

why we should be your chauffeur: Personally, I think it is more of a rhetorical question when someone asks: Do you want to be chauffered around for a week in an El Camino with flames painted on it? -- 2006-05-01 10:02:04

Name: Andy Mutz

why we should be your chauffeur: To begin, I may be one of the few people who can remember the reason behind why she is named "El Tio" without going into the store and reading the sign. I believe that the reasoning makes sense, and since I dislike both McDonalds and normal clowns and am a big fan of 1970's style pimping, I have always wanted to ride around in that car. Second, because of of my aforementioned love of 1970's style pimping, I am certain that with the power of El Tio behind me, I will be able to pick up all sorts of hot chicks for Anthony and Jon to bring back to b.good and feed burgers to. Third, I live about a 10 minute walk from where I go every day so the chauffering would not consist so much of dropping me off and picking me up at work as joy riding around town and chillin old school. Finally, I would consider painting myself with flames and a picture of Uncle Faris's fat head while riding around in El Tio for advertising purposes. While I do not have the most clasically beautiful body, I believe that when painted in flames etc. and riding around in El Tio, it will cause people to flock to b.good if only to figure out what the hell is goign on at which point they will surely order food. So being my chauffer for a week would not only help me out, but it would help you out too. Oh, and I love b.good, but i'm sure you knew that already. -- 2006-04-29 17:49:21

Name: Wendy Richman

why we should be your chauffeur: Who wants to hang out around a 27-year-old gimp that doesn't run? Well, I just happen to be a 27-year-old with mobility issues. And I want to bond with El Tio. For the past 7 long weeks, my boyfriend, Tim Feeney, has valiantly driven me around in our 2-year-old Saturn. You see, on March 3, I fell off a ten-foot stage and smashed the crap out of my ankle. (If I could attach the x-ray that shows the 15 screws now holding my left leg together, I would... it's pretty cool.) Since that fateful night in North Adams, Tim has done the following: -driven me everywhere I need (and want) to go -carried my crutches, viola, purse, and various accoutrements to and from our 3rd-floor apartment -changed the bandages under my cast and washed my foot daily -fetched me beverages and snacks from the kitchen--and from b. good--while I sat morosely on the couch -put up with my incessant whining. While I want more than anything to meet and bond with my automotive doppelganger, I feel that it's time for Tim to get a break from the driving. If I win this essay contest, it would be my honor to share my prize with him. As long as he gives me burgers. -- 2006-04-28 22:42:09

Name: Simon Orozco

why we should be your chauffeur: Pick the guy who was in the skiing accident. I'm not even entering the contest; I don't need a chauffeur because I'm a college student and bike everywhere. I am only making this entry to say that I think he needs a ride more badly than anyone else in this contest, so b.good and choose him. P.S. If the person who posted that entry lied, that is the dirtiest, most vile thing I have ever seen. -- 2006-04-28 19:17:01

Name: Kate

why we should be your chauffeur: Okey doke, so here are my top 10 reasons why you should pick me. They're not in order, but are sort of random, very much like this contest. Please oh please oh please, cho-cho-choose me!! (to quote Ralph Wigum). 1. That is a totally bitchin El Camino and I deserve to be transported in style. If you'd like, I could dye my hair flaming red to go with it (currently it's just sort of auburn)? 2. I love things with flames on them, and don't have enough of that in my life. 3. I don't need no stinkin' spedometer - I live life in the fast lane, and gas gauges are for suckas ;-) 4. I just had my first burger at bgood today (it was the b.good burger by the way) and fell in love with you guys and your food. If I had dinner on you for a week, that would give me the chance to try a different burger every night and get to know your whole menu and pick my favorite. That's an important decision and I could use your support. 5. I love good food and tell lots of people about the food I like so I could do free marketing on your behalf. We all know that word-of-mouth recommendations are the most powerful form of guerilla marketing! 6. I'm nice (and I think funny, hope you'll agree) so your driver could make a new friend and not be stuck with someone crappy. 7. I've never had a chauffer and would like to add that to my list of life accomplishments. Since I'm not independtly wealthy, this might be my only chance! 8. I work right near your store so I'm pretty convenient and I live in JP so we'll have a nice scenic drive down the Jamaica Way and could even have dinner picnics by the JP pond when the weather is nice. 9. I only have 1 roomate (and a cat) so you wouldn't have to feed a whole lot of people -unless of course you wanted to and then I could have all my friends come over every night and we could have big b.good parties. 10. El Tio is 27, and I'm turning 27 this year. Coincidence? I think not - we're practically soul mates. -- 2006-04-28 16:59:19

Name: Jana Micomonaco

why we should be your chauffeur: Dear Anthony, Jon, and Uncle Faris, I write to you not for myself, but for a dear friend of mine. Andy found himself in a life-endangering situation of his own creation when he took a long-awaited ski vacation . . . and returned in a helicopter. He broke most of the bones in his body, including his pelvis. After several long months of recuperation, he has been cleared to go back to work. However, he is only allowed to crutch 200 feet, making his usual means of transportation off limits. We looked into a handicapped license plate for him, but the DMV takes a minimum of two months to process all requests. Finally, even if he was approved, his car is a stick-shift-- and Andy is not allowed to use his feet. He has tried standing by the curb with his crutches looking pathetic, but his sub-par puppy dog eyes juxtaposed with the shockingly hard hearts of Cantabrigians precluded this attempt. Furthermore, not only are you our last hope, but Andy also embodies the joie de vivre, the machismo, the carpe diem, the déjà vu, the multi-lingual essence of what B. Good has become to this city. -- 2006-04-28 13:42:10

Name: Henry

why we should be your chauffeur: I deserve it! -- 2006-04-28 13:18:00

Name: Jennifer Roes

why we should be your chauffeur: I was a total geek when I was a kid. But, my sister wasn't. She was friends with one of the cool girls, Danielle, and by virtue of the fact that we're related, I got to be pseudo-friends with Danielle, too. Now, Danielle wasn't just cool because she was pretty and popular. She had a trampoline, two Alaskan huskies and a pond to swim in at her house. (Keep in mind, this was East Bumblebutt, upstate New York, where a pond to swim in is very cool indeed.) Since I was related to one of her friends, I was 'invited' to sleepovers at her house, where I was, of course, treated with disdain as the annoying younger sister who tagged along. But the important thing was, I was there. Besides the aforementioned coolness factors, perhaps the coolest thing about Danielle was that her parents owned not one, but two, El Caminos. I remember them well, a light blue that glistened like silver in the sun. Ahhhh... But I digress. I remember seeing Danielle and her mom tooling around in an El Camino, or Danielle as Dairy Princess (again, something that was very cool in upstate New York), sitting on the back, waving in parades. But alas, I never got to ride in the revered El Camino. So, the point of this very long-winded story, is that winning this contest would give me the opportunity to right a grievous wrong, and maybe remove some of the childhood-geek sting from my life. (Plus, I'd get to eat b.good food every night. For free. Which is especially cool, since considering that I'm using all of my money to buy a condo, I'm looking forward to an immediate future of Top Ramen and mac 'n' cheese-- store brand, of course.) -- 2006-04-28 12:51:02

Name: Nicholas Agri

why we should be your chauffeur: Reasons to be chauffeured by El Tio: 1) There is no better advertising than word of mouth…I am loud, and I talk a lot…even when no one is listening. 2) I have good taste in music, however if the stereo does not work, I will serenade you. 3) Your doing me a favor by driving me, I can do you a favor and trade my wealth of mechanical knowledge…El Tio will flourish. 4) B.Good burgers are delicious. 4.1) I like to eat them. 5) I have no shame. 6) I work in Back Bay…Easy Pick-up / Drop-off. 7) It is possible that I may make breakfast one morning…you make me food and I would like to return the act of kindness. 8) Do I really need more reasons. 9) Oh I do…ok ummm, B.Good Burgers are delicious, wait I used that one all ready…ok B.Good burgers are scrumptious. (Hello Thesaurus) -- 2006-04-28 11:16:20

Name: Estee

why we should be your chauffeur: I would be proud to ride around in such a character-rich loyal vehicle. Even after 27 years of cold winters here in Boston I admire El Tio's loyalty as she musters the strength to drive you through one more spring and would be proud to be around when she rides again. YAY El Tio!!!!! -- 2006-04-28 10:58:19

Name: Kristen Uekermann

why we should be your chauffeur: First off, I love cheeseburgers and french fries. And thanks to you guys, I can eat them a lot more without worrying about my girlish figure. 'Cause worrying is no fun. But let me tell you what IS fun: cruising around town in El Tio, driven by none other than Uncle Ferris (dare to dream). I just had an interview this week, and I HOPE to be starting a new job soon. I think nothing would show my new employers that I mean business quite like cruising in a flame painted ElCamino...the wind in my hair, the sun in my face, little crumbles of delicious burgers still clinging to my blouse...I am a SERIOUS EMPLOYEE. I am NOT TO BE RECKONED WITH. -- 2006-04-28 10:46:15

Name: Joey

why we should be your chauffeur: I live in the area. I'm not desperate for a ride. BUT, it's a proven fact that CHICKS DIG EL TIO! And simply stated, I'm desperate. My "I know the B.Good Guys" pickup line has NOT been working out so well... not even close, actually. -- 2006-04-28 10:28:40