NEWS


Check out what Coobie has been up to with all his free time. The first issue was awesome and we are looking forward to the second issue in April. If you'd like to write or submit an article for the Magizne - get in touch with Coob and get to work.


Sand Sports Super Show:

Right around the corner - Sept 18, 19, and 20. Come by the GlamisDunes booth and say Hello to new and old members. Great time to meet the crew and grab some gear.  

 

Summer Time:

Is just about over!!!! Get your gear ready for what is surely going to be an epic season.

 

2008/2009 Race season:

Freedom Invasion kicked off the year and talk about hitting the ground running. The selection of the first 10 racers for the GNC are picked.

Lunar Landing (sponsored by Mr Full Moon) was the 2nd race and was packed full of talent. A perfectcool day in December and the addition of the next 10 racers to qualify for the GNC.

Go Fish brought out the big boys. It was sponsored by the rarely seen . The race produced the last 10 for the GNC.

2008/2009 GNC -
Warm, sand swept dunes made for a track only an EPO racer could love.. Crisp and sharp, the race went on.. fractions of seconds making and breaking each racer.

5-1-2009 - a day written in the history books.

2008 Glamis National Champioship


Slappys World:

Who the hell is Slappy? A question we have all asked. As I sat atop a large Dune a few summers ago, I turned to Pastor and Asked "Pastor, Who the hell is Slappy?". He turned and said "Ask him yourself". Slappy rolled up on his McSlapMachine and took a little time out to answer this.

From Slap himself:

Slappy McDuner was raised a child of color to a lowly share-cropper in the deep south. From a very early age, he was fascinated by the motorcycle. His first love was a QA50 mini-bike that his father, Pappy McDuner, managed to buy for him. This passion only grew as he aged. He managed to graduate and was considered "gifted" by his peers.

Using his new found knowledge, he soon found himself pumping gas at "Bernies Pump and Fill". This is where his keen interest developed with the modern combustible engine. After he was fired for sniffing the exhaust one too many times, he packed up and headed west. It took him aproximately 5 years to hitchhike from Toupillo Mississippi to Brawley California . Reasons as to why it took so long are sketchy, but according to sources, Slappy had the gift of gab and would talk to people for hours on end. It is even rumored that he once talked to a man for 18 hours straight about why matchheads are red in color. Yes sir, Slappy was a unique individual. But being such a unique individual caused many people to wonder about Slappy's mental stability. While on his journey, Slappy was arrested by police after they found him running through a corn field with nothing on but his birthday suit. And after what Slappy claimed to be an "alien abduction", the judge committed Slappy to the Shady Hills Mental Institution. To this day Slappy swears that he was abducted by an alien race of "Bionic Women".

Slappy met his worst nightmare at the Shady Hills Mental Institution: the men in the white coats. Slappy endured 'treatments', that in his words were, "ABSOLUTELY SHASTAMCSNAPPLISH"! Slappy vowed to escape one day. That day happened when Slappy disguised himself as a mop and escaped, never to be found by the men in the white coats again. That night Slappy began walking. He was following the moonlight that starry night, and singing songs of Robert Preston and Barry Manilow. Slappy kept walking...and walking...and walking...when he stumbled onto the most glorious site he'd ever seen.

The sand glistened off the moonlight creating a satin sheet of silver, and abounding with glorious, rippled sand dunes. Her name was Glamis, Mother Glamis that is. Slappy immediately fell in love with her and the plants and animals that live upon her. He has made personal friendships with many of her inhabitants; his best friend being a Red Tail Hawk he calls "Mr. Red Tail". Slappy found his calling. Slappy searched Mother Glamis for two years straight locating various parts of machine and metal. He slept for an hour a day, enduring the heat of summer, the cold of winter, and near death experiences of men and machines. After two years, he had located enough parts to piece together a machine that would not be rivaled even to this day, "THE MCSLAPPMACHINE".

Slappy and the "McSlappMachine" can be found in Glamis, and at times are seen far off in the distance ripping bowls and riding ridges. His legacy of preserving the dunes, awareness of the Peirsons Milkvetch, Dune Etiquitte, and dune education are the catalysts of his cause. Slappy now lives in San Diego , and is married to his darling wife, Natasha McDuner. Slappy is charming and witty, and endulges in prose and poetry. Very few have ever seen Slappy, and even fewer have ridden with him. If you are one of the lucky ones who gets to ride with him, fear not and ride like the wind, because nobody dune like Slappy dune!