After three nights of passion with Mother G, I feel the need to share a little story in her honor...

After a long hiatus for KG's Stealth buggy, it was time. Time to visit Mother G. Time for the Stealth to stretch its legs again. Friday morning... the new engine is in, the timing is set, everything is going well. Several heat cycles take place to break in the new mill. KG is getting excited. Tonight, it's me and Mother G. Load Stealth on the trailer, pack everything, hit the road... I'm coming home Mother! A few hours later I'm passing the East Highline Canal, into the desert proper. Hello Mother G, I'm back. My eyes search for lights on Gecko Road... Lights! I see lights! Some of my dune friends are already there. Rolling into Pad 1 I park and scope out the situation. Yes indeed, many of my good dune buddies are there. Some brews are had, we chat about the beauty of the stars, the moon, and the dunes. Night ride time! We enjoy a few good night rides, but everyone is talking about the sunrise ride. The group agrees, if the night rides are this fun, the sunrise ride will be even better... three times as fast. The time comes, the sun peaks over the horizon, and the excitement builds. Toys are gassed up, gear is put on, heart beats raise... It's time for serious fun! The morning silence is suddenly changed to the growl and whine of several toys waiting to be unleashed into a furry of dune shredding. It's on now. The Stealth buggy revs through first in a flash, second lasts a bit longer, into third and it starts to get real. Bushes. Lots of bushes east of Gecko Rd. Some in our group rip right past the bushes. Straight liners as they are known. The Stealth won't have any of that though. Stealth tells KG that each one of those bushes represents an apex of an imaginary corner on the world's biggest road course. I agree, and allow the Stealth to have his fun. Second gear, the first few bushes are tightly spaced... pitch Stealth sideways heading left, on the power, a controlled slide between two bushes. Another bush, crank it to the right, steer with the throttle, hit third, pitch it again, between another pair of bushes. Haulin' now... left, right, left, the paddles slide and throw roost... another bush, think fast, pitch it, major G-forces. The straight liners don't know what they are missing. Stealth is smiling. This is serious fun! Through the bush section now, we're into the dunes. Hit a lip just right, transition to the other side, on the gas. Third gear, fourth gear, wide open. I see a bowl. It's on now. Drop into the bowl in third, hit it hard then grab fourth. G-forces. My body tries to eject out the side as I rail around the bowl at full speed. The harnesses keep me pinned in the seat. Mother G is looking so beautimus. Her dunes are so smooth. And soft. I transition out of the bowl over a lip with a few feet of air, then land... powder. I'm on the gas and it feels like I have the brakes on. Super soft powder. Hit the bottom of the hill, pitch it sideways, up the next dune. Rowing the gears. Some second gear, lots of third, and enough fourth to keep it hard core. For several hours I continue this wild rage of dune ripping. Others are with me, we all dune as one, but I'm concentrating on my work behind the wheel. Left, right, on the gas, chop it for one second, back on the gas. Tearin' through Mother G. It's all good. Eventually we make it back to camp with fuel tanks almost empty. I good ride for sure. But just one of many. A cold beer and more fuel and we start all over again. This is Heaven on Earth. No better place in the world... Mother G. We love you Mother G.

Nice one KING! I wish I would've been able to make that trip, but priorities. Sounds like it was a lot of fun. It's always a trip to hear an eyewitness account of the beauty of the dunes and how the weather is grooming them. See ya at Kennies.

KS

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Quench My Thirst With Gasoline!

Good one Doug. I felt the power of your Stealth buggy.. Thanks for the ride. See ya next time Buddy.. Joey.

Did you hear the gun shots on sat. morning??

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Originally posted by Fireballsocal:
Right on Doug! I was right behind you through the flats and you tell it like it was. All speed blurred ground and hard turns! I'm still amazed at how fast you were able to go with that buggy. I'm thinking now that your a few steps up in driving ability then what I'm used to riding with. You definitely know how to wring every ounce of speed from that little volkswagon. I'm gonna have to find a way to slip in a restricter plate on your motor once you get your new buggy sorted out just so I can keep up! To give everyone an idea of the speeds Doug was reaching, buggies usually stay to the rear of the line because they can't go as fast as quads through a quad line. The stealth buggy was generally in the middle of the pack and several times took over the second place spot. Haulin Haulin Haulin!

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Very nice KG, Slap gonna be throwin that piece into da McSc-rappbook no doubt . Ain't it nice how when you leave Mother, da picture she leaves be worth a thousand words. Hold it, make dat a million...

A million words for sure Slappy. Hey Fireball, that was some killer running. I like being towards the front of the pack dicing it up. The Stealth is fun but a little outdated for serious duning. Six inches of travel and drum brakes just don't cut it. I can't wait 'til the new buggy is done.
Doug

Hey Ben, did you rebuild your top end before this trip or were you riding with the worn out engine? Any mods yet?

Original rings and all. Still lots of horsepower but a big loss of torque. I can almost start the thing bare footed. I start it all the time in sandals.

good job KG