Hi there y’all, Slappy here. Ya know what, Slap’s been doing some thinking the past few months, and he has come to realize that the off-season has many ups and downs for us Glamis goers. Well think about it; da only fun you really get is preparing your stuff for the upcoming season. But that don’t last long, cuz after re-organizing the garage five or six times, it be getting kinda boring. Heck, it’s even harder to get away with the little white lies you tell as to why you are down in the garage all the time. “Slappy”, Mrs. McDuner would yell, “I thought you gave the McSlappmachine a new top-end last week, so why are you in the garage again?”
“Well sweet dumpling, the crossbar pad seems to be…uh…um…altering the timing on the spark to the sprocket…ummm…against the hitch nut.” Ya see, even the fibbing is running dry during the off-season. And for some darned reason, everybody you see has an attitude. Whether it be on the road or just out for a walk, which brings Slappy to this little story:

Slap was cruising through the neighborhood the other day on his way to the park. Da sun was shining, and Slap was wearing nothing but his Birdwell Beach Britches and flip-flops. Slap even had a tape playing of Johnny Mathis in his Walkman radio, “Chances aarrrre that I wear a silly grinnnn, the moment you come into vieewwwww.” There was nothing on Slap’s mind except the Sand Sports Super Show and Mother Glamis. As Slap took a shortcut down an alleyway, he stopped to pick up some trash. All of a sudden “Dumpster Divin Daryl” came bustin out of a garbage can sportin a serious shastamcsnapplish attitude. He scared da heck outta Slap. He started yelling at Slappy about some ozone layer, and that blowing your nose was killing the lice on his head or something. Slap didn’t have time for this and took off running full speed, flip flops a flapping the whole way, “Flap..flap..flap.. flap..flap.. flap.. flap..flap.”

The run wasn’t bad at all, and Slap reached the park in record time. The park was happening. Kids were running all over the place, and there was a strong smell of BAR B-Q in the air. It reminded Slap of hangin out with family and grilling hot dogs and burgers down on Mother Glamis; OOOHHH how sweet it was. Strolling along, Slap noticed a group of kids playing kickball at the far end of the park, so Slappy decided to head on over and watch the action for a little while. The kids were yelling with joy, and Slap was amazed at the excitement each and every kid displayed as they played their game. But there was one kid in particular that caught Slap’s attention. He stepped up to the plate, got ready to kick and said, “Roll me baby bouncies, roll me baby bouncies.” His eyes lit up with pure, innocent anticipation to kick that ball, and he wanted “baby bouncies”. A tear of joy fell outta Slap’s eye at that very moment, cuz it reminded Slap of the joy we see in each others eyes when we go to the dunes with our family.

That young chitlin made da Slapster feel all functified about Mother G; that anticipation to see her again; that excitement to play her again. There is an innocent yearning in every one of us when we strap on a helmet and ride off onto her beautimus sand. Mother Glamis is ready to play again, and she is rolling us “Baby Bouncies.”

[ 08-05-2002, 06:08 PM: Message edited by: Slappy ]

Oh Slappy that was beautiful!! Thinking about baby bouncies again brought a tear to my eye!! And since I really haven't gotten to spend much time, or do much riding in almost 2 years, I am really thinking about Mother G alot!!

One heck of a story there slapster!

so, how many degrees do you retard the sprocket before bolting it to the hitch nut? My wife might ask and I can use the advise!

Thanks.

Cool story Slap. Is it G time yet?

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