Yes. Its been too long coming, but here it is:

StrokerRip's Excellent Sun Run Adventure
Part Two
The Run to the Sun

The second part of my Sun Run Adventure began six days after Barrett and I left home. For me, it was really the first day of the Sun Run. The five-day ride from my home in Germantown, MD to the Seattle area for the Pipi party (hosted by Snarl and Jeanne) was a separate adventure in itself. See Part One - if you are interested in the details.

Day Six
The Slime! The Horror!

As I said in my report for Day Five: "Partying with Snarl and Pipi Da Big Sweed", I set up my tent with several Sun Runners and other revelers and camped in the large and beautiful yard next to Snarl's and Jeanne's house. It was a terrific campsite - quiet, shaded and peaceful; but at o:dark-thirty Sunday morning I was awakened by the unmistakable sound of a panhead chopper (obviously with straight pipes). I thought: "Who the hell is that ?!? If he doesn't soon stop, I think I'm gonna go out and beat him to death!" But I couldn't move - much less beat up on anybody (Did I mention we might have drank a little beer the nite before?). After a while, the guy on the pan shut her down and I went back to sleep.

When daybreak arrived, consciousness returned and I opened my eyes. Not knowing if it was early or late, I thought: "I oughta get up. I don't want to get left behind when everyone heads out for the Sun Run." I stepped out of my tent; and then, I saw them. SLUGS! ARGH! GAG! BARF! They were huge and they were everywhere all over the outside of my tent! I recoiled backwards and, with a bare foot, stepped squarely on one of them smashing it flat. EEEEEUUUEW! Gagging and retching, I wiped off my foot on the grass and flicked at least six more slugs off the tent on which they had dragged, slimed and sucked all nite. Thinking back, its obvious to me now: those sneaky nauseating polyp-like creatures waited till I fell asleep and then did their dastardly deeds. They secreted and excreted slime everywhere! They slimed me, they slimed my bike and my tent! They slimed the whole damn place!

At the time, I attached no significance to the disgusting visitation of the slugs. In fact, I thought no more about it until one day last fall long after I returned home from the Sun Run. I checked in at AOL to read my e-mail and there was a message from Dennis Peterson the head sluginator. It read:

"Howdy! You have been SLIMED! Welcome to the Brotherhood - BS #138!"

Then, it finally hit me! During the Snarl and PiPi party, I was surrounded by Slugs (both numbered, and for sure a slimey load of the unnumbered variety). They slimed me, my bike and my possessions the whole time! I don't know why I didn't notice the sliming until after I woke up Sunday morning. Surely, it wasn't all the beer I drank the nite before. . .Nah!

It took until mid-morning to de-slime my tent, my bike and other belongings, score a cup of coffee from Snarl and Jeanne and pack up the RIPN8R. We said our sad goodbyes, exchanged hugs and handshakes and made a reluctant (and near tearful) departure. The Mighty Phalanx of Eastern and Cannuckian Biker Trash (Me, Jim, Barrett, Banker Bob and Rusty) rolled again onto the I-5 slab toward the Canadian border and a planned rendezvous with the main body of Sun Runners. There were now six of us. That man of many miles - Redbeard Emeritus - joined our merry little band. We rode toward Vancouver making our way through heavy traffic.

Before crossing the Canadian border, we stopped for lunch and, for me, a badly needed rest. I don't know why I was so tired out. . . Could it have been the party the of the nite before? Nah! After we ate, we said goodbye to RE (he planned to ride a different route to hook up with the Sun Runners). We crossed the border into Canada riding east on Trans Canada Number One. Jim Pischak led us to a nice campground near a town called Hope. We called it a day and pulled off the road early to do some laundry and decompress.

Stay tuned for Day Seven: "More Slime and Roads that Make You Laugh"