Last Nights Dream

[TastinGood]

So I find myself down the road at the local motocross track. Me and my dad are walking the track backwards for some reason while a race is going on. We come up to the first corner and a pretty good sized rut has developed so I'm telling him how to take it. We watch a few of the local pro's come through it and then walk to the other side of the track off to the side. Then all of a sudden this guy comes flying down the straight away and goes wide and pulverizes the berm on the outside. He then cuts inside and uses the tiny rut as a kicker to jump over the inside grass area and back onto the track! I know it probably doesnt make sense here, but it was amazing! Since he destroyed the berm on the outside and made dirt fly everywhere, I couldnt see who it was immediatey....but then I saw Yellow Zebra gear and the bike....#259! It was Bubba!

He was on his final lap and whipped it pretty hard over the last two jumps. After that I went to the bleachers and talked to him for a bit. It was his birthday the day before (in reality his birthday was a few days ago) and he wanted to come to Arkansas to meet Paris Hilton.

A guy named Bubba in Arkansas....crazy!!!!

*So then Bubba, Paris and I all went home and started playing Neopets.

<font color="#000000" size="1">[ December 31, 2003 03:18 PM: Message edited by: TastinGood ]</font>

[SHATOUSHKA]

thats nice

[TastinGood]

im sorry...ill edit it so that more people here will find it enjoyable.

[SHATOUSHKA]

i have no idea what you mean!

i gave you a complement, dingus