L.W.(=?iso-8859-1?Q?=DFill?=) Hughes III

Like joke we all heard in the ARMY, when the instructor got down to
asking who only got it once a year, and only recruit to rise his hand
was frantically waving it, saying tonight's the night!
God Bless America, ßill O|||||||O
mailto:-------------------- http://www.----------.com/

Cherokee-LTD wrote:
>
> Nice job Mark... although I was expecting a different ending:
>
> my luck had run out along with my gas
> when I turned to my wife for a great piece of... birthday cake.
>
> -Brian

L.W.(=?iso-8859-1?Q?=DFill?=) Hughes III

Like joke we all heard in the ARMY, when the instructor got down to
asking who only got it once a year, and only recruit to rise his hand
was frantically waving it, saying tonight's the night!
God Bless America, ßill O|||||||O
mailto:-------------------- http://www.----------.com/

Cherokee-LTD wrote:
>
> Nice job Mark... although I was expecting a different ending:
>
> my luck had run out along with my gas
> when I turned to my wife for a great piece of... birthday cake.
>
> -Brian

L.W.(=?iso-8859-1?Q?=DFill?=) Hughes III

Like joke we all heard in the ARMY, when the instructor got down to
asking who only got it once a year, and only recruit to rise his hand
was frantically waving it, saying tonight's the night!
God Bless America, ßill O|||||||O
mailto:-------------------- http://www.----------.com/

Cherokee-LTD wrote:
>
> Nice job Mark... although I was expecting a different ending:
>
> my luck had run out along with my gas
> when I turned to my wife for a great piece of... birthday cake.
>
> -Brian

CRWLR

What, no ---?



"TrailMarker" <carrollcaboodle@netzero.com> wrote in message
news:d5bfa5a2.0403051308.3e078fb1@posting.google.c om...
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
>
> I thought that a grand idea
> And thus began to load
> The Magnificent-7
> For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
>
> Sandwiches and sodas
> In a chest to keep them cool
> "We'll have some fun
> While the girls are at school"
>
> A rockin' and rollin'
> And slidin' along
> Some slick muddy trails
> Not too far from home
>
> A picnic by the creek
> And to my great surprise
> She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
> It was just the right size
>
> Then I heard a great rumbling
> And I knew right away
> I'd have to make like a bear
> In the woods on this, my day
>
> And so I found the potty trail
> Like many more before me
> And there I found the perfect spot
> To squat and hug a tree
>
> More wheeling! Said I
> Let's see what adventures await
> Down past the old homeplace
> I hope there's no gate!
>
> New tires - with tread!
> Made for low speed fun
> Went much better than those drag slicks
> Which for too long I had run
>
> And more altitude, too
> I'd had for two weeks
> To make enough room
> For those gnarly new meats
>
> And there on that fine trail
> Was the test I'd been thinking
> Would make or break this day
> Were we swimming or were we sinking?
>
> It was ooey and gooey
> A sloppy rutted out mess
> It was long and steep
> And went 'round a curve, no less
>
> Slow in 4-low we'll go
> As far as we can
> Which wasn't too far
> Let's hit it again
>
> "More wheel speed!" Said I,
> "To clean out the tires"
> But at the same spot
> We once again mired
>
> Twas a well placed rock
> Right there in the rut
> That prevented forward motion
> And it gnawed at my gut
>
> Sure, I could winch it
> And explore further on
> But I'll not give up, yet
> Not til my gas is all gone!
>
> So I hit it again
> More revs! Another gear!
> Sawtooth the fronts!
> Lock up the rear!
>
> Again and again
> I tried different lines
> I tried different angles
> I was caught in a bind
>
> And then on try six
> Or maybe seven or eight
> I crested the rock
> With the front, but wait
>
> Will the back end follow?
> Or will it face defeat?
> Of course it will go-
> For just a few more feet
>
> But the battle's not over
> Here's another tough spot
> But I'm here to give it
> Everything that I've got
>
> And soon we were past it
> And we traveled afar
> Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
> She had on the grab bar!
>
> What a great memory
> This day's already become
> And we still have dinner plans
> With my dad and my mom.
>
>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.

CRWLR

What, no ---?



"TrailMarker" <carrollcaboodle@netzero.com> wrote in message
news:d5bfa5a2.0403051308.3e078fb1@posting.google.c om...
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
>
> I thought that a grand idea
> And thus began to load
> The Magnificent-7
> For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
>
> Sandwiches and sodas
> In a chest to keep them cool
> "We'll have some fun
> While the girls are at school"
>
> A rockin' and rollin'
> And slidin' along
> Some slick muddy trails
> Not too far from home
>
> A picnic by the creek
> And to my great surprise
> She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
> It was just the right size
>
> Then I heard a great rumbling
> And I knew right away
> I'd have to make like a bear
> In the woods on this, my day
>
> And so I found the potty trail
> Like many more before me
> And there I found the perfect spot
> To squat and hug a tree
>
> More wheeling! Said I
> Let's see what adventures await
> Down past the old homeplace
> I hope there's no gate!
>
> New tires - with tread!
> Made for low speed fun
> Went much better than those drag slicks
> Which for too long I had run
>
> And more altitude, too
> I'd had for two weeks
> To make enough room
> For those gnarly new meats
>
> And there on that fine trail
> Was the test I'd been thinking
> Would make or break this day
> Were we swimming or were we sinking?
>
> It was ooey and gooey
> A sloppy rutted out mess
> It was long and steep
> And went 'round a curve, no less
>
> Slow in 4-low we'll go
> As far as we can
> Which wasn't too far
> Let's hit it again
>
> "More wheel speed!" Said I,
> "To clean out the tires"
> But at the same spot
> We once again mired
>
> Twas a well placed rock
> Right there in the rut
> That prevented forward motion
> And it gnawed at my gut
>
> Sure, I could winch it
> And explore further on
> But I'll not give up, yet
> Not til my gas is all gone!
>
> So I hit it again
> More revs! Another gear!
> Sawtooth the fronts!
> Lock up the rear!
>
> Again and again
> I tried different lines
> I tried different angles
> I was caught in a bind
>
> And then on try six
> Or maybe seven or eight
> I crested the rock
> With the front, but wait
>
> Will the back end follow?
> Or will it face defeat?
> Of course it will go-
> For just a few more feet
>
> But the battle's not over
> Here's another tough spot
> But I'm here to give it
> Everything that I've got
>
> And soon we were past it
> And we traveled afar
> Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
> She had on the grab bar!
>
> What a great memory
> This day's already become
> And we still have dinner plans
> With my dad and my mom.
>
>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.

CRWLR

What, no ---?



"TrailMarker" <carrollcaboodle@netzero.com> wrote in message
news:d5bfa5a2.0403051308.3e078fb1@posting.google.c om...
> The sky was dark
> The clouds were grey
> She said "Let's go 4 wheeling
> To celebrate your day"
>
> I thought that a grand idea
> And thus began to load
> The Magnificent-7
> For some touring on Burrell's Ford Road
>
> Sandwiches and sodas
> In a chest to keep them cool
> "We'll have some fun
> While the girls are at school"
>
> A rockin' and rollin'
> And slidin' along
> Some slick muddy trails
> Not too far from home
>
> A picnic by the creek
> And to my great surprise
> She'd brought a tiny birthday cake
> It was just the right size
>
> Then I heard a great rumbling
> And I knew right away
> I'd have to make like a bear
> In the woods on this, my day
>
> And so I found the potty trail
> Like many more before me
> And there I found the perfect spot
> To squat and hug a tree
>
> More wheeling! Said I
> Let's see what adventures await
> Down past the old homeplace
> I hope there's no gate!
>
> New tires - with tread!
> Made for low speed fun
> Went much better than those drag slicks
> Which for too long I had run
>
> And more altitude, too
> I'd had for two weeks
> To make enough room
> For those gnarly new meats
>
> And there on that fine trail
> Was the test I'd been thinking
> Would make or break this day
> Were we swimming or were we sinking?
>
> It was ooey and gooey
> A sloppy rutted out mess
> It was long and steep
> And went 'round a curve, no less
>
> Slow in 4-low we'll go
> As far as we can
> Which wasn't too far
> Let's hit it again
>
> "More wheel speed!" Said I,
> "To clean out the tires"
> But at the same spot
> We once again mired
>
> Twas a well placed rock
> Right there in the rut
> That prevented forward motion
> And it gnawed at my gut
>
> Sure, I could winch it
> And explore further on
> But I'll not give up, yet
> Not til my gas is all gone!
>
> So I hit it again
> More revs! Another gear!
> Sawtooth the fronts!
> Lock up the rear!
>
> Again and again
> I tried different lines
> I tried different angles
> I was caught in a bind
>
> And then on try six
> Or maybe seven or eight
> I crested the rock
> With the front, but wait
>
> Will the back end follow?
> Or will it face defeat?
> Of course it will go-
> For just a few more feet
>
> But the battle's not over
> Here's another tough spot
> But I'm here to give it
> Everything that I've got
>
> And soon we were past it
> And we traveled afar
> Soon Donna released the white knuckled grip
> She had on the grab bar!
>
> What a great memory
> This day's already become
> And we still have dinner plans
> With my dad and my mom.
>
>
> Mark Carroll
> March 5, 2004.