Old Dogs…Check. New Tricks….well sort of.
And by sort of I mean sort of. We camped in the same place, parked in the same spot, brought the same toys, the conditions were about the same, and yes the same dog (who is definitely old by the way). And yet, we got the overlook to ourselves(not an easy feat) and I brought my old college roommate, shithands I call him, out for his first time in the dunes. You might ask yourself where that particular sobriquet comes from. As I think about it, its more of a gift really, then it is a nickname. Comes from both raw talent and years of hard work and training. So Shithands fires up the quad, jumps on it, and fixes to go let everybody know his moniker is for real.
He lives up to his name and rolls it hard right in front of the trailer. When I say hard I mean hard.
Ok here i go…watch me rip..I am super sweet
The pain train commeth…it looked so bad people are rushing over
I get up with some help from my friends
It was like getting body slammed, well it was a body slam and perhaps worse it was like pounding sound with the flat of your back, a dose that made him wish he was born a woman. Aside from that hilarity the trip was par for the course….The middle of the week, some hard dune ripping, and within 36 hours the car was speeding home its passengers tired but smiling as usual. A few photos.
