Friday night we unloaded and went for a dune run. We zoomed through some big bowls and shot some nice roosts. I couldn't tell which had more blood in it: my arm (from arm pump) or my "evening G wood" :bounce:
Late that night we were sound asleep with sand in our cracks dreaming of zooming a bowl when a group pulled in about 2am. They decided it would be "fun" to race around camp. It was "lovely" to hear the roar of a thumper vibrate through my ears just as I was about to crest a razor pinned in 8th gear (I have 8 gears in my R when I am dreaming) and a trailer full of dust. Well beond MCPENIS' >:< >:<
Saturday morning we woke up early and fired the bikes up ASAP. We 'accidently' aimed the exhaust towards the McPenis' camp and revved em to the moon! Gotta clean out that two-smoke ya know
After a healthy breakfast (energy drink and a twinky) we headed out for a ride. What a ride it was! The dunes were a tad choppy but it didn't matter, we were riding the dunes! It's been WAY to long since I've held it pinned, crested a razor and zoom through the next bowl. As I shifted into 6th my body was being squished to the seat and my eyes were sucked to the back of my head. Nothing like the 6th gear G-forces
We made our way to Olds to find people racing the hill, bikes jumping the hump in the middle of the hill, and everyone with a huge smile on their faces.
Later that day we went to the drags. Whooped on a couple banshee's, saw a few good races, snapped some pic's, and even got to see the big rail crash.
We were all glad the driver was OK. Even after the crash some Dip$h!t felt it necessary to wheely through the crowd. Damn dirt bikers!
That night we had a fantastic 'highroller' dinner of prime rib with mac&cheese. After a few cold ones tellin' stories and lies around our invisable camp fire went headed off to dream land.
Sunday morning I woke up, stood out side and stretched with a big YAWN (arched back) when I heard someone scream at the top of her lungs. I looked around as if to say WTF. I saw a gal (in the next camp over) facing my way covering her eyes and shaking her head profusely. "Hmmm, what's her problem?" I then looked down and noticed my fly was open and you all knows what happens in the morning to guys ESPECIALLY if your at Glamis
I looked over, shot her a quick wink (as she's peeking through her fingers) and zipped up. She gave me the thumbs up and went on to her cooking.
O well I say! It's all good when your in the Glamis Neighborhood!