Ya'll done heard me say it a kerbillion times ... and ya'll gonna prob'ly hear it anuther kerbillion ... the key to The White Trash is par-ti-ci-pa-tion. Now I know that's a big word ... so I'll help ya out .... it means ya need to show up. That's why this here trip report is gonna just talk lil' bit 'bout those that done par-ti-ci-pa-ted. Those that couldn't make it ... we missed ya ... and hope to see ya at the Roundup.
Member No. 2: Josh .... Vice President/Mechanic/Welder
As ya'll know, the Boy's Junk's all torn to hell tryin' to make 'er bigger. So he throws Chinah in his DD after work and they come on down to partake in the drinkin'. Mize well ... weren't nobody left in Elwood. Besides, the event just wouldn't be the same without 'em.
Member No. 3: Fro .... Secretary/Treasurer/Spiritual Advisor
One of the highlights of the event was watchin' Fro blastin' The Beater up Twister in the competition. Nuthin' quite as satisfyin' as the scream of an "F" engine at redline. Posted up the second best time By Gawd!! But the ultimate was watchin' 'em packin' up camp in that friggin' Monsoon wearin' a trash bag over his coat and a lil' plastic grocery bag as a hood. He weren't all that big on campin' to begin with ... and now he says he's done spent his last night in a tent. Last seen ... he was searchin' the want-ads for a motorhome.
Member No. 4: Fireman .... Fire and Rescue Chief
I ain't exactly kept track ... but I'm thinkin' this here's 'bout the two hun'erd event in a row that the Piggy wouldn't run right and he parked 'er. But the Boy cooks a darn-fine breakfast, takes a buncha pics, and lil' Miss Heather's smile just melts my heart.
Member No. 7: The Old Man .... Grumpy Technical Advisor
My Gawd ... where do I even start? Reckon the competition on Twister. The Old Man was absolutely gettin' it folks!! If'n his transfer case hadn't of popped out, he'd of brought home the hardware. Even comin' to a complete stop to shift 'er ... he still tied for third. How the hell he didn't break his junk is beyond me. Very impressive. 'Course then he flopped it comin' into camp. Reckon he used up all his drivin' skills in the comp. Then durin' the Monsoon, he couldn't manage to untie a very simple knot holdin' up our O'ficial Club Banner so he cut a $1000 piece of rope instead. When I expressed my disappointment in my financial loss he threw the banner in the mud and never said anuther word to me. Agitatin' The Old Man is one of my greatest pleasures in life and I love 'em dearly.
Member No. 11: Nick Stone
Beyond a shadow of a doubt, Nick represents a sliver of sophistication in our lil' club. He worked the registration Friday, always had coffee goin' in the mornin', and the pipe was always lit. Rumor has it that he done drove on a trail but I didn't actually witnes it. We don't even care, the man's always wherever we go and we're proud to have 'em.
Member No. 17: The Good Doctor
The power steerin' and rear locker on the Piggy worked flawlessly. Doc was able to get stuck on a ledge he had never even dreamed of. He's makin' it harder each event to hook a strap to 'em. The O'ficial term for strappin' 'em with my Junk is now "Pullin' Pork". I'm thinkin' he actually told a new joke or two in camp too. Plus he got to talk Doctor-Type stuff with the two Doc's the Rednecks brought.
Member No. 19: College Boy (and Girl)
Takes some cajones to bring a chick on 'er first wheelin' trip to one of our deals. But she seemed to tolerate us purdy well and managed to get the Waggie sideways on three tires on Twister. Bet she done good in parallel parkin' class. She got the hang of it though and later on drove better than he did ... not that it takes much to do that. Plus it was way cool that his Folks drove in from Shreveport and camped with us.
Members No. 20: Chris and Marde
They made the massive road trip from town and attended in their pumpkin-orange 40. They both insisted it didn't have a lowerin' kit on it ... but we're still wonderin'. Ain't never seen such lil' tires. Wanted to try to buy one as a spare for my wheel barrow but didn't get the chance. Did get to return their chairs we stole at ICBM though.
Member No. 23: Roger
Biscuits and Gravy. Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout. 'Course he done drove The Oil-Burner wherever he pointed it but that's not why we keep 'em 'round. It's all 'bout them Biscuits and Gravy. This man drives farther than most ... yet he's always there. Makes me proud.
And our four new members that done joined up at the event.
Member No. 24: Bodean
What a friggin' mess. This here Boy is just Simple ... don't know how else to put it. He looks down his nose at my Junk and then starts talkin' 'bout his "Nice Truck" ... which of course ... he left at home. But don't fret none ... he whips out his cell phone to show everyone a picture of it!! It's darn-near all I can do to tolerate the Boy ... but since he makes all the O'ficial White Trash Merchandise ... Josh said I gotta put up with 'em.
Member No. 25: Greg
Must be a Redneck thang since he left his junk at home too. We're still not sure why we let 'em join but we just felt sorry for 'em I reckon. Rode in my junk one day and I just got tired of his beggin' to join ... so I caved. Besides, he's got a shower thang we need at The Family Reunion. We do have our standards ... but this proves exactly how low they are.
Member No. 26: Clutchee
This man caught our attention at ICBM a coupla years ago ... hard not to with the intense smell of burnin' clutch. So this event he steals The Old Lady's 80 ... which ain't got no clutch ... and proceeds to prove to one and all that he has absolutely no drivin' skills whatsoever. But he's sorta like a stray puppy ... we keep kickin' 'em and he keeps comin' back. Kinda respectable in a sad sorta way.
Member No. 27: Chris King
"And now we need to thank our sponsers." This man puts Monte Hall to shame. His whole life is a TV commercial but he came into The Commune askin' for a membership with a friggin' Martini in his hand. I respect that ... don't know why ... but I respect that. We decided havin' a Tie-ota parts man in our Tie-ota club seemed like like a good idea at the time. When we sober up, we mite change our minds ... if'n we do sober up that is.
On a far more serious note ... I'm damn proud to be The President and I'm thinkin' we done created us a helluva club. If'n there's anythang I can do for ya'll ... just holler. I'm at your service. Remember ... we ain't necessarily better than other clubs ... we just have more fun.
Kowboy