Ya know, there be times when da loud hum of an engine just doesn't quite fill the void. There be times dat Slappy need peace and quiet...and...and...and

The midday sun was high above, yet a slight breeze kept the heat at bay. The McSlappmachine lay dorment, exhausted from an early morning romp on Mother G. Dinner was a long way away, and a mention of it now would surely cause havoc from the other/better half; no need to go there. Perhaps a stroll down the wash will do me some good, maybe run into Mr. Red Tail and strike up a conversation. Yep, a walk down the wash it shall be.

A half hour into the stroll and not a soul in sight, but I keep going, step by step. The sounds of Mother are interesting when the sound of a motor isn't getting in the way. High above, Turkey Vultures float silently in there slow motion 'tornado tunnel', looking for downed critters. Time seemed to stand still, yet I keep walking further and further. After nearly two hours of walking and sight seeing, Mother G decided to go straight up. I was facing a wall of sand that stretched a hundred yards, and nearly vertical. "What a view that will be at the top" I thought to myself. I had to go for it. Up I went, one foot in front of the other. 'WHEW'. I realized in the midst of my egocentric pride, that by the time I had made it to the halfway point, I had made a huge mistake. But, my pride kicked in a little harder, and I was determined to make it to the top, or die trying. As my legs ached and cried out in pain, I stopped to turn and view Mothers beauty. PRICELESS. Although Mother has the most wonderful dunes, her washes have a serene, calming effect on ones soul, a potion I highly recommend.

As I plopped my butt down at the top of that wall, I felt a sense of accomplishment, like I conquered Everest or something. And the view? OH MY, Mother looked so beautiful from where I sat. Looking at my watch, I had been walking for nearly two and a half hours, but it was well worth it. As I stared off to the East, a train of buggies slowly worked there way through the wash, snaking down a one lane trail that led them to my wall. They stopped at the bottom and gave me a wave. It brought a smile to my face.

As each driver pegged the throttle, the engines hummed at a wonderful high pitch, ascending up my wall and in my direction. They all smiled and gave a friendly wave as they mozied on by, and me giving an OK thumbs up. They disappeared from sight. What a great time they must be having. Watching them enjoy their ride made me think....AAAAAAGGGGHHHH...

WHAT DA HELL IS SLAPPY DOING OUT HERE ON HIS FEET? WHERE DA HELL IS THE MCSLAPPMACHINE? SLAPPY SHOULD BE FOLLOWIN DAT GROUP AND RIPPIN SOME BOWLS!!! BUT NOOOOOOO, SLAPPY HAD TA GET IN TOUCH WIT HIS FEELINS. NOW SLAPPY GOTTA WALK FOR TWO AND A HALF HOURS TO GET BACK TO CAMP, HIS FEETS BE HURTIN AND STUFF...AND WHY DA HELL WAS SLAPPY TALKIN SO DAMN WEIRD. MAN, SLAPPY BE HUNGRY...SLAPPY GONE!

LMAO, when I was reading this I was thinking, "Who is this character, and what has he done with my buddy Slappy?" but I knew you'd pull threw!

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~Jim

www.GlamisRider.com
For the "GlamisRider"

HEY SLAPPY I KNOW A GOOD PSYCHOLOGIST THAT MAY BE ABLE TO GET IN TOUCH WITH YER INNER-SELF. HE LIVES IN THE SANTEE AREA. FOR GOD SAKES MAN- WALKING TO THE TOP OF A HILL??? AT LEAST TELL ME YOU CURLED UP INTO A BALL, AND ROLLED BACK DOWN......

[This message has been edited by TACO (edited 09-12-2001).]

Slappy, I think you were in the sun to long bro. Sounds like temporary insanity to me. Keep talking like that, and the boys in the white coat will start looking for you again. Do what the Pimp Daddy do, wear a hat next time. By the way, how mad did the McSlappymachine get because you left it behind?

[This message has been edited by DUNE (edited 09-12-2001).]

Slappy, I think you felt your feelings, and found out you be crazy. What were you thinking, walking up a wall of sand???

Loved the words though.

NOOOOOOOOOOO KIDDIN...Man, Slappy know da men in da white coats are comin, they be out in full force to get Slappy...YEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAWWWW, but they ain't gonna get him, Slappy way too...*&%$^@##^ , uh oh, they be right there, Slappy gotta...*PHLATSK* *BLIBPH*....OOOHHHH they on Slappy's ais, Slappy is gone...........

RUN SLAPPY RUN! Fly like Mr. Red Tail.
Don,t let the #@$% white coats get ya!

And next time don't forget the McSlappmachine

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Crashmoe

Hi there Crashmoe, Slappy here. Slappy be runnin his ais off right now, they ain't gonna get da Slapster...Slappy got some suprises for em if they do...Slappy been havin some serious mcflatulation, and Slappy mean REAL BAD ...And Slappy got hisself some matches...you know what dat means...WHOOOF...Slappy is gooooone!

It's OK to get in touch with your "inner self", Slappy...just be careful what you Slappify when you find what you seek!! Just remember that when they say "Get a grip on yourself!!".... that's Mrs. Slappy's job!!

Wow Slappy, you are out there. Walking up mother G's walls of sand? Well it's true, You are running from the white coats. Atleast your for real. Peace honest brother.