Slappy
Moderator
posted 06-14-2001 09:33 PM

Hi there everybody, Slappy here...ya know, Slappy be feelin da need...da need for...

As you slowly cruise through the dunes of Mother Glamis, the night time air sends a cold shiver down your
spine. It is slow going right now except for the occasional burst of power to ascent up a steep slope and over a sharp ridge.

Not much to see right now but what lies in front of your headlight; but you know where you are
going; COMPETITION HILL.

It is a big weekend. Thousands of people are here to show there speed, show what they got. But you got to
remember that secret about Comp Hill at night; the odds are even.

Comp ain't Olds...no long, steep freeway where the most money or horsepower wins...
this is Comp...a short blast to the top, filled with giant woops in between...
the fastest bike doesn't always win here...
rider skill plays a big part...
if you get through the woops first...chances are...
your gonna win...

Off in the distance you see the night sky, dancing with lights, an all too familiar sight. And then, there she is,
Competition Hill. You stop on a dune just on the outskirts to view the spectacle before you...fireworks,
campfires, people, loud music, more people, and of course, racing the hill...It doesn't get any better. You
are here to grab that self titled crown as "King of the Hill"...Oh yes, it is packed, and it is time to race.

Butterflies begin to dance as a group of Banshees take off up the hill, singing their beautiful, high pitched
song that is indigenous to only them. Thoughts race through your mind as you roll down into the crowd of
people:

...Don't let off for a second, keep it pegged...
even if you get squirly, power out of it...
get through the woops first, don't miss a shift, concentrate...
King of the Hill tonight baby...oh yea!

Rolling up to the front line you find your class. Here they are. You find the leader and pull right in next to
him. On your first run, there are six of you. You notice the King has extended wheels...drag pipe...lots of chrome...no
matter...you want it. Second gear, your ready. A quick glance to the left and you catch his eye. The engines
around you rev, three quarter throttle, look straight, pop the clutch...YOUR GONE! You shift to third before
the woops, never once letting off the gas...you can't...or you lose. Your machine sings in perfect tune as
you lean back, powering the rear wheels through the woops with perfect form. No bouncing here as you shift
to fourth...yes...the carb slide at its max...you take this one...let off the gas...perfect...nothing like winning.

As the group turns to head down the hill, the former King glances over at you with his finger raised in the
air, "One more, One more". Oh yea, a lot more. This is Comp, this is what it's all about...

.....Speed. WHEW! Slappy needed that. Ain't nothin like racin Comp on big weekends, da odds be
even...Slappy gone!


[This message has been edited by Slappy (edited 04-18-2002).]

WOW Slap, killer story! I have lived that story a few thousand times, and it is always great, just like you told it.

Awesome story Slap! Awesome! I loved it the first time and it's just as great the second time. Nothing like that energy rush of popping the clutch on the line and feeling your arms stretch!

Thanx Slap!! Now I'm gonna hafta go do some brodies in my girfriends truck just to calm down!!