This was previously posted in Whine and Cheese but I am hoping for the best of the month! I wan't a SLAPPY PACKAGE!!

It is about 5:30am and your laying in your sleeping bag looking at the roof of your camper with a big smile on your face. You arived the night before at midnight, and pulled into camp and went to sleep, dreaming on the weekend ahead of you. 5:35am. You just now get out of your bag and step out of the trailer, and your feet meet the cold soft sand. The sun is still rising over the tracks the the east and my dad is making breakfast. You grab your eggs and sunny-d and snag a chair and sit around the coals still hot from the last nights fire. As you eat you already can't wait to jump on your bike, but you restrain and keep eating. The others rise up and come out of there beds and get a bite to eat, but your already putting on your riding pants. Soon you are gassing up your bike and sitting on it waiting for everyone else to hurry up. Its about 6:00am now and every one is ready, but your about to explode. Finally you pull the kicker out, and jump as hard as you can. WIIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!! Your bike fires up with an explostion of the smell of gas and 2 stroke oil. You kick it into first and gas it, following the leader of that pack into the small dunes west of camp.
Suddenly your bike slows down....put..put...and you are scared that somthing is broken. You come sputtering to a stop and look down...........YOU FORGOT TO TURN THE GAS ON!!!!! Everyone gets a good laugh and you kcik your bike back over and continue on your way. As you look ahead you cant see any tracks, the sand is new from the wind the night before. You climp to the top and drop over an evil razor into the most giant bowl you have ever seen. 3rd gear......4th gear.....5th gear. you are flying around the bowl like its never going to end, the lead heads to the top and dissapiers. You then look over and hes half way down another huge bowl. You drop in, again pinned in 5th gear like its never going to end. You cant even think of anything but the throttle, sand and speed. You rip up and down 100ft dunes like nothing, the fresh sand explodes behind you. Your hands grips the bars and you couldnt even let go if you wanted to. Up and down never ending dunes with a smile from sand filled ear to sand filled ear. When you get back to camp, you pull of your helmet, but you cant pull of that huge smile that mother g gave you.