Back In The Day

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I know, I always start with "Back In The Day".

But, it was "Back In The Day".

We were still tent camping, and due to the middle of the week, we snagged a spot on top of Osborne. By we, it was two families, three tents. About 10:00 pm, the wind came up something fierce, and blew down all of the tents. Yes, we were inside. Well the women freaked out and for the rest of the night we hunkered down in the cabs of the pickups. Still one of the best trips ever. No bad days.

 
"Back in the Day" I bought this brand new Coleman Tent. Big Dude. Met my bro in our fav spot. Set up the new tent. "I've got this RT" was my famous words of the day. The wind picked up and howled all night long. The tent made such an evil noise and banged on our heads all night. Never slept. In the morning we make a fire like always and fueled up the quads like always filled up the cooler like always as I look across the camp to witness my bro throw my brand new tent into the fire! WTF? So the next two nights we slept on sand. Ben there done that. Have you ever thrown $280.00 out the window? My bro did! Peace

 
Osborne was not our "Normal Campsite", as we had been in Wash 2 for 20 years.

In those days, the kids would circle any camps and dust up all of the mothers.

This didn't set well with them, So we strung some caution tape, and hoped they would stay away. It "Sort Of" worked. The kids started riding up on the berm behind camp and even more dust was the result  (A "Never Ending Story")

One day a kid pulled the starter rope on a home built three wheel disaster, and it actually started. The kid refused to let go of the rope, and the trike pulled him across the wash and crashed into: First, our beer cooler, second, ripped the side out of a new tent. Well, no parents were around, and the kid was not killed, so no harm, no foul I guess. Still, no bad days.

 
"Back In The Day" around 1986 we were into our 2nd or 3rd season of going to Glamis, this had become our family trip vs how we started by joining other families that got us into the sport. That now meant that we had cousins, aunts and uncles following us out there without any toys of their own, that was fine, we all shared a ATC200S, 2 ATC110's and a ATC70.

My Uncle, on his first trip out decided to hop on the ATC200S and zoomed off into the sunset, we were camped at Vendor Flats. After about 30 mins, my cousen and I wanted the 200S back LOL, so we doubled up on an ATC110 to go find him.

We saw him going full throttle across the flats in 4th gear....no helmet and flip flop sandals, hat on backwards cause he was just that "Cool"...

BAM! hit a Kiddy Berm track he did not see and launched it, landed flat on his back and was out cold. ATC200 was fine. I sat with him while my cousin rode back and got my dad and grandpa that brought the truck.

He spent the rest of the weekend in Brawley at Pioneer, matter of fact we had to come back later the next week to take him home, hurt his back and broke a rib.

"I'm not new, I have a Kawasaki Vulcan cruiser..." and he did, but an ATC in Glamis terrain is not the same as a street cruiser.  :lol:

I can still picture him and the ATC flying thru the air...was epic.

 
Back in the Day,

Camped up on top of Osborne the weekend after Thanksgiving and back then the dunes were empty that weekend.  We get there all set up and saturday morning before the first ride the wind picks up to goggles in camp level, then this rain storm rolls in so we all cram ourselves into the one guy who has a enclosed trailer. We sit thru a rain storm of the ages. It was raining so hard we could hardly even hear each other sitting in this small trailer.  The wind was howling so bad that a couple time that you would think we were going mobile and the next stop wasn't going to be Kansas anymore.

Well after a good 30 or 40 minutes it all stopped and we opened the door to see a dam near perfect rainbow. One side dropped into the dunes north of the 78 and the other was to the south in the dunes, long before closures.  Our ride leader said let's go see if there is a pot of gold at the end of that rainbow. 

It was an epic full tank ride on smooth wet dunes.

 
Back in the Day

While sitting on TOP of OLDS Thanksgiving Day all by myself. I believe it was 1997. This buggy pulls up next to me / Kid jumps out of the back seat with a boogie board, Says to me "Whats up?" The guy in the buggy has a video camera and takes off down OLDS. Kid is on his board holding on to the Buggy. Didn't take 30' and WHAM! Eats total shiit. I would have paid money to see that. Peace

 
Back in the day, probably around 1992-93ish, camped at Gecko, outside of the loop closest to the dunes. Friends of some people in the group show up as the sun is going down with a sandrail. This was back when the Volkswagen front end, transmission and rear torsion was standard. Anyway, everyone finishes dinner as the two guys that just arrived unload the sandrail. They were anxious to hit the dunes so they fire it up and haul ass outta camp, pedal to the metal towards the first dune and hit that thing straight on at damn close to full speed! To this day I can still recall the sound of the volkwagen engine over revving as they caught air going over the top and it going silent as they disappeared into the dark. I swear every camp along the loop went racing over the hill to see what happened. At the bottom of the other side the sandrail was just a pile of mangled metal tubing. Anyway, both driver and passenger had to be cut out of the mess and last I heard, which was probably 10 years ago, one still has extreme difficulty walking because his spine was crushed in the accident, the other who was the driver is paralyzed from the accident. Have pictures somewhere of the wreck but bummer story for sure.

 
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JDMeister said:
I know, I always start with "Back In The Day".

But, it was "Back In The Day".

We were still tent camping, and due to the middle of the week, we snagged a spot on top of Osborne. By we, it was two families, three tents. About 10:00 pm, the wind came up something fierce, and blew down all of the tents. Yes, we were inside. Well the women freaked out and for the rest of the night we hunkered down in the cabs of the pickups. Still one of the best trips ever. No bad days.
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No doubt!  It's the trips where something crazy happens, no one gets hurt, just something crazy happens that make for the best memories!  Lots of those at Glamis, no doubt!

 
jailbird141 said:
Back in the day, probably around 1992-93ish, camped at Gecko, outside of the loop closest to the dunes. Friends of some people in the group show up as the sun is going down with a sandrail. This was back when the Volkswagen front end, transmission and rear torsion was standard. Anyway, everyone finishes dinner as the two guys that just arrived unload the sandrail. They were anxious to hit the dunes so they fire it up and haul ass outta camp, pedal to the metal towards the first dune and hit that thing straight on at damn close to full speed! To this day I can still recall the sound of the volkwagen engine over revving as they caught air going over the top and it going silent as they disappeared into the dark. I swear every camp along the loop went racing over the hill to see what happened. At the bottom of the other side the sandrail was just a pile of mangled metal tubing. Anyway, both driver and passenger had to be cut out of the mess and last I heard, which was probably 10 years ago, one still has extreme difficulty walking because his spine was crushed in the accident, the other who was the driver is paralyzed from the accident. Have pictures somewhere of the wreck but bummer story for sure.
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Back in the day, my first trip to the Dunes. Buttercup, I did the same thing on my 3-wheeler. Should have broken my neck. Came back to the truck and told my buddy Willie in total panic "This isn't what it looks like". Peace 

 
Back in the Day my old group was heading out for a weekend trip of camping in the GLamis FLats on a off weekend.  The one guy who drug me into this sport wasn't going to be able to make it.  Seems his Brother-in Law was coming in from Texas to stay with him and the wife for a little while.

It was a great shock to us then just as we are all about to turn in for the night that he rolled in with his Brother-in-Law in tow.  Even brought out his wifes 250R ATC for the BIL to ride for the weekend.

The BIL was your basic Texan, you know the type . Cars are 15mph faster, hills are 10% steeper, Tequila has more alcohol and the   :smokin: was better in Texas.  He went on and on about how he was dam near a Pro rider and would slow down just enough in the morning to allow us to "keep up"

Morning rolls around and my buddy hands him a helmet and says stay in the flats close to camp and get use to the bike. As he puts gas into his and checks air pressure.  He tells the rest of the group he is going to make sure BIL can ride before we all go out on a ride.  It was about this time we notice it is quiet no bike running and he has been gone a while.  We decide to go out and look for the guy. Just before we get leave camp BIL comes rolling back into camp Broken visor, flag and the helmet well it has seen better days and there is a lot of blood on his shirt. 

Guess the guy launched off a small dune crashed and cut his lip open real good and fractured his jaw.

So instead of getting ready to go on a ride he now gets to take the BIL to Pioneer.  That was when he(BIL) tells my buddy he can't go to the Hospital.  Seems he is on Probation and wasn't supposed to of left Texas. He did later on in the day break down and go.  That was the last time I saw the kid.  Best part was the rest of the weekend he didn't talk to much about what a great rider he was or how his bike back home was so superior to any of ours.

 
Back in the Day......My brother and I were sitting on TOP of a Dune enjoying the beautiful scenery / ICDB and staring at his brand new Banshee. This thing was on it's first trip. Running sweet! Sounded bitchin. Loved following that thing around. Anyway.....while sitting on the steepest Dune out there, I'm sure y'all have sat there once. The Banshee decides to take a trip down the Dune by itself. Sndsmplr tries to stop it to no avail. This Banshee hauls butt straight down the Dune. Takes the turn and Rolls head over Tea Kettle. I never missed a drop. Sndsmplr as you can imagine was not digging it. Brand New Badass toy just took it's first tumble. Without him on it. Peace

 
I remember BACK IN THE DAY there use to be this annoying guy with a BullHorn telling people what to do in Wash 22 and Then he would bring that Dang BullHorn out in the dunes with a Big Group of People out there.. Geez whatever happened too That Guy??

 
I remember back in the day waking up early one April morning getting on my Banshee and without saying a word to any of the other campers riding down to Wash 19. Where I found many of the others from my camp sitting waiting in silence.  Then off in the distance we heard a bike start up as it started heading our way the group you could tell was getting a little nervous. Then a lone rider approached us. Removed his helmet revealing a face only a mother could love. He removed a sheet of paper from his  gay fanny pack, unfolded it and began to call off names from that sheet.  Each person waiting at that train trestle name was called and a few names of people who did not have the intestinal fortitude to back the smack talk they had been laying down. That was the beginning of a great day and a great run of events that some day will return, until that day you will all just have to accept the fact that I am faster than you. 

 
Back in the Day there was this Guy who rode from Wash 13 to Wash 22 Duct taped to his bike and duct taped goggles. Don't know how he made it back. He started yelling "Cut me off" when we got back to camp. Classic evening! Peace

 
I remember that guy.

Back in the day that same guy rode a bicycle through camp naked for a free sweatshirt.

 
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