Eat My Dust !!!!

Last weekend I traveled to Kentwood, LA which is the home of B. S. to visit Woody Pop, Poolman, and Coreymon. While there we loaded up the trailer and headed to the Nest of Box, Box Top, Shoe Box, and Toy Box.

A couple weeks ago Poolman took his dozier and cleared an area in the south forty next to the creek. The ground was still pretty rough so everyone grabbed either a machete, chain saw, or brush cutter and commenced to fine tune the landscape for some action.

What kind of action you say? Four-wheeler action of course. Once the clearing was complete off the four-wheelers came from the trailer. Now it was time for some real fun. In the beginning Poolman rode Shoe Box, Woody Pop rode Coreymon, Box rode Box Top, and I rode Toy Box.

Slowly we explored the new virgin territory as well as some old trails carved out of the undergrowth. As we gain confidence in our abilities to navigate the landscape the competitive natures in everyone surfaced. The chase was on.

As we chased each other around the landscape in a very short time we had churned the ground into a fine white powder. A powder so fine that it bellowed into the air making a huge dust storm that reached for the heavens.

The machine in front had the advantage of relatively clean air while everyone behind had to eat dust. After awhile everyone converted to single mode for some real chase sequences. Box being the best rider of the group constantly challenged me to a duel since I am known as a wild man on a four-wheeler (just ask Shades who has ridden with me several times). I love sand riding but that is a different story.

Me being the sharp cookie I am I know how to win (cheat). Box is sharp but not always the most observant. I knew that if I waited he would let his guard down and I would have the advantage. Like the time he wanted to race. I said that I will call the start. He was ready but made the fatal mistake of taking his hands off the handlebars so I said GO and nailed it. Eating my dust he couldn't tell where I or he was going so ultimately I won. OK OK that was dirty but he really is faster than me so I needed some sort of advantage.

At one point of the day Poolman went to the house for a break and said that the dust cloud had totally covered the neighbors property. It is a wonder they didn't try and shut us down. Ha

Later that day when the riding was done everyone there looked like they were coated in flower ready to be deep fried. Yes we were dirty but it was great fun. The only thing better would be rain and the mud it would produce. Mud riding beats dust riding but sand is king in my book.

To finish this story the next day Box showed me who was the best rider. We were on a narrow rabbit trail carved out of the creek bed at the Hollow. This trail is narrow, rough, has hair pin turns, and is difficult to ride fast without ending up wrapped up in the underbrush. Well Box started out with Tool Box on the back. I just had me. He started just in front of me. I rode as fast as I dared and half way through the course Box and Tool Box jumped in behind me.

Little did I know that Box had finished the course and rejoined me half way through the trail. I can't touch that. Tool Box being a little daredevil himself even told Box to slow down on that run. It was an impressive run but was not the smartest run ever made.

In the end I finished the weekend by beating Box in a mock wrestling match, however, me being twenty plus years older than him well you know I had to cheat. Ha Old geezers fight dirty.

It was a great weekend with family. May we all make such good memories.