Originally posted by: OneFlyCowboy
Umm it can be tricky getting it in the hole [img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif[/img]:[img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif[/img] Doh

Last summer, a bunch of happy-go-lucky Yamaha ATV'ers were spending the day racing up the famous Boxcar hill at the even more famous Oregon Dunes Recreation Area. This was not a game for the weak or the timid, this was a contest of big horsepower and even bigger egos. Suddenly, out of the rotting Salmon stenched fog, a solitary rider approached. It was obvious that he intended to teach us the definition of eye-watering acceleration. I noted that this somber rider, clad in mismatched sneakers, open-faced helmet and welding gloves, was mounted on a grey and black steed that bore the famous logo of a company that knew how to build automatics, watercraft and snowmobiles. He wasn't here to play. So, as we revved our motors, he lined up and took his place amongst the legends of ATV'ing, yes, the Banshees, the Raptors, the YFZ450's and even a random Breeze or two. Thumbs twitched, wrists turned, engines snarled and the contest began. Out of the corner of my eye, I tried to catch a glimps of this formidable looking foe. But, he was nowhere to be seen. As I looked farther back, I could see the desperate rider prompting his gray steed for all it had, but alas, there was no more to give. Being the staunch supporters of ATV'ing that we are, we yelled ecouragements. There could be heard shouts of "Is that all you got?", "Try another gear!", "How 'bout a tow strap?" and "You're kiddin'-right?" reverberating throughout the dunes. As we awaited his arrival, he silently peeled away, dejected and humiliated. His back slumped in shame, much akin to that of an spineless invertibrate (squid), and the sobbing came next. We could hear him stifle a cry of "Oh god, 60 more payments". The last image we saw, as he faded into the fog, was the sticker on his plastic that said........PREDATOR.