Wilsons Sandbox

Posted: **Wed Mar 24, 2010 6:30 am**

The last time me and Jennifer went camping was in an RV camp in Amarillo TX. We wanted to add some graffiti to the Cadillacs at Cadillac ranch. Everything went wrong. I bought one of those plastic tube tents from Wally World. The kind you stretch a rope through to hold it up. We had critters romping and slithering through all night plus listening to the hummm of RV generators. Not springing for a good ground pad, I jumped the local fence and scored some slightly used hay to spead underneath the summer sleeping bags we had. Springetime in Amarillo. We woke up tp brown snow blowing sideways in the west Texas wind. Brown because of the dust storm that mixed with the snow. Interesting .....to me, not to Jen. We had the Denny's two for one Grand Slam breakfast as my Taiwan copy of a Primus stove blew the safety valve when it got too hot. You guessed it, it burned the tube tent to a crisp. Jen ran off with a Canadian fellow in a plush RV who promised her a dinner at the Big Tex steakhouse and to take her on to Cabo San Lucas Mexico. Cheap slut she was. I stayed in a Motel 6 the next night. They left the light on.....with cable. Criswell

Posted: **Wed Mar 24, 2010 7:24 am**

Posted: **Wed Mar 24, 2010 7:57 am**

Yeah but it was brown snow and all I can do is two step. Jen was a disco dancer and hip hop for God's sake. Criswell On Mar 24, 2010, at 7:24 AM, mark ward wrote:

[b]"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...it's about learning how to dance in the rain."[/b] [b]Be kinder than necessary[/b][b] [/b][b]Because everyone[/b][b] [/b][b]you [/b][b]m[/b][b]eet [/b][b]i[/b][b]s fighting some kind of battle.[/b] [b]From:[/b] "roncriswell@..." [b]To:[/b] KLR Group DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com> [b]Sent:[/b] Wed, March 24, 2010 7:29:07 AM [b]Subject:[/b] [DSN_KLR650] camping with Jennifer.....NKLR The last time me and Jennifer went camping was in an RV camp in Amarillo TX. We wanted to add some graffiti to the Cadillacs at Cadillac ranch. Everything went wrong. I bought one of those plastic tube tents from Wally World. The kind you stretch a rope through to hold it up. We had critters romping and slithering through all night plus listening to the hummm of RV generators. Not springing for a good ground pad, I jumped the local fence and scored some slightly used hay to spead underneath the summer sleeping bags we had. Springetime in Amarillo. We woke up tp brown snow blowing sideways in the west Texas wind. Brown because of the dust storm that mixed with the snow. Interesting .....to me, not to Jen. We had the Denny's two for one Grand Slam breakfast as my Taiwan copy of a Primus stove blew the safety valve when it got too hot. You guessed it, it burned the tube tent to a crisp. Jen ran off with a Canadian fellow in a plush RV who promised her a dinner at the Big Tex steakhouse and to take her on to Cabo San Lucas Mexico. Cheap slut she was. I stayed in a Motel 6 the next night. They left the light on.....with cable. Criswell

Posted: **Wed Mar 24, 2010 11:09 am**

Nomad Mark "Be kinder than necessary, because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle." is a very good thought to carry in my head, thanks. albatross who dances in the rain and relishes the storm for it's intensity

--- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, mark ward wrote: > > "Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...it's about learning how to dance in the rain." > > > > Be kinder than necessary Because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle. > > >snip< They left the light on.....with cable. > > Criswell >

Posted: **Wed Mar 24, 2010 12:57 pm**

I remeber these, If I recall correctly , Saddleback Park was the site of the 1975 final. I was 16 (I am fuzzy on wether it was 75 or 76 this race. Roger DeCoster was recovering from a horrid accident where the Triple Clampm on his bike broke and he destroyed his face. He was driven around he track in tha back of a pick up between motos. The winner I think was De Sefano " I may not be the first in points But I am the First Itailain American in point" or something like that. Jim West had a terrible crash and died from internal injuries. Sorry day. I was racing a POS Hodaka about 4 years out of date the prioir year befor I moved up to 250 cc on a Suzuki TM, With cable operated drum brakes from and rear. maybe 10 inches of front travel (including the sack from sitting on it, and I think 7 inches in the rear on lay down shock filled with I think fish oil. I was un competitive, spending more money than I had, haveing the time of my life. Oh well thank for the trip down amnesia lane.

Posted: **Wed Mar 24, 2010 2:43 pm**

--- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "albatrossklr" wrote:

> > > Nomad Mark > > "Be kinder than necessary, because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle." > > is a very good thought to carry in my head, thanks. > > albatross > who dances in the rain and relishes the storm for it's intensity >

Intensity. hmmmm. I've experienced a couple of storms in the mid-Atlantic Ocean than even grounded the feathered albatross. If I never do that again, it will be soon enough. 35ft+ bow movements (no pun intended), blue water over a 50ft bow, made the most hearty, faint. There were those who puked, and those who (intensely) lied about puking. revmaaatin.

Posted: **Wed Mar 24, 2010 6:41 pm**

Ron, I have to apologize - I am the Canadian she deserted you for. She said something about you being TOO BIG, and I had no idea what THAT meant, so I offered her a taste of my BBQ.... Her reaction...? Offered me a 'taste of sushi and sashimi'. Being just a small-town boy, what could I do? NEVER ate anything RAW before, so I was willing to dig in! Well, it wasn't quite what I'd expected, but it WAS good (GREAT, in fact!), so I offered her a way out of the "sh*t storm" in my RV, and before I knew it she was on me like flys on ****, and I had to show her that, in fact, my RV was a Eureka tent I carried on my KLR, but it DID have room for 2, as long as my gear was outside. She left in a huff, and that was the LAST I ever heard from her, or ABOUT her, till I heard about the accident. I went out into the desert and buried the ring I'd bought for her, wrapped in a wrapper for a fish taco I'd bought at 'Taco Bell'. I'll never be the same.... Tears, not-so-fast Eddie

Wilsons Sandbox

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camping with jennifer.....nklr

camping with jennifer.....nklr

camping with jennifer.....nklr

camping with jennifer.....nklr

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camping with jennifer.....nklr

camping with jennifer.....nklr