It was early morning and as I found my way over the concrete dam and up the hill on the otherside I was wonderin' whether or not I was in the right place. The trike was still clean and sparklin' in the bright sunshine and so I was trying to not kick up too much dirt and yet trying to ride on the gravel road was also a new experience and quite frankly was trying my nerves a bit. As I crested the slight rise and was told to go ahead and setup camp then return to register I knew I was in the right place. Fate had predetermined that I would stop to do this directly across from the PNWNS Slugs. As i dismounted, and was kinda overwhelmed by the number of folks comin' over to say hiya and finally put a name to a face.etc, one particularly emancipated lookin' dude accompanied by two or three others walked up and said "Your Gimpy right?" and I of course said yeah,why and who's askin?

"We want to talk to you!" A kind of weird feelin' came over me and I had feelin's of dejavu, I knew something odd was going on and yet I also knew I hadn't gone to my tin box or the beer wagon yet so I was hard pressed to explain it. The skinny dude named Snarl67 grabbed my arm and started leadin' me down to the waters edge. The entire pond seemed to glow with a "banana yellow" electrified effect. Randy,dp and Chuck all took out large canisters of a somewhat grainy, slimey paste and began to smear it all over themselves and me. It was terrifying and I didn't really care for the smell much either. I was frightened for my life, my wife and my new levi's too.

Many hours, days, weeks; hell I can't remember, went by and when I began to come around in the ER they told me there was no way to repair the disfiguration - a shiny, raw lookin' tattoo on my forehead which read BS#25. Well thats how I came to become a slug during MITN'99.

Gimpy BS25
'99 FXSTS "Midnight Rambler"
"http://www.good-morning.com/gimpy/"