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

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 a steep slope, up and over the sharp ridges. Not much to see 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...
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; 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, 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...no matter...you want it. Second gear, your ready. A quick glance to the left 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, 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 06-14-2001).]

AHHHHHHHH I FEEL THE NEED,THE NEED FOR SPEED!!

Slappy, that be a most beautimus story. I can remember from about '86 to '92 I used to race the hill non stop. These days however, I avoid racing at the hill, it has really died down. I would just as much rather hit the dunes for a long night ride. Either way, Mother G treats us well. It's all good.
Doug

Is it possible for YOU to win for "Post of the Month", Slappy? I felt like I was ridin' shotgun with ya! Thanks for the ride!
Julie

I totally agree Julie! Slappy, you had me there! I felt the jitters then the release as the race started! I could feel legs pumping over the whoops then forcing forward to compensate for the wheelstand! Awesome!

its not like im missin her enough as it is. but that just put thoughts in my head and i could actually visualize it. but the best thing of all is the smell of the 2 strokes exhaust fumes.

mmmmmmmmm---- i wana ride NOW!!!!!!!

the days of comp. in my two wheeler days, I was a heathen for sure, w/a flashlight duct taped to my front fender only, racin all bikes and quads up the hill, splitten lanes in the traffic jammed up mayhem and anarchy at the bottom on my YZ drinkin and ridin like a foolass, roostin through fires, remember that year Thanksgiving when they had a huge video screen with moto vids? how bout when Strung Out played down there?, talk about anarchy!!!!! fun to reflect back on those years,