Hell, I got my brother covered, LOL. As soon as my thumbs wake up, I'll have it typed in. I got my ass chased all over and beat occasionally in the SEC and now I'm paying the damn price. I have tremendous appreciation for the pain NFL vets claim to go through. Back in a few with the next "Whippets Diary" entry, LOL.
Gooooooooooooooooooooo Pack!!! LOL
~T~
Man are we gonna have to root hard for you tonight......which brings to mind, first time ya did a whippet, first time this, first time that, you name it. We all remember the first time we got laid, right?!? I was in a bordello in Pureto Ordaz, Venezuela, ya know, kinda place all young men take a stab at it. Next stop was Bogota, Columbia, but I lucked out, was a stewardess for Avianca, father a colonel in the Columbian army. I say I lucked out because after finding out I did his daughter, I managed to get out of the country alive. So now, back to the whippets. THERE ISN'T QUITE THE SENSATION of doing a whippet at sea level that there is at Rocky Mountain high. At 14K altitude, the "roar" of the nitrous hammering your brain is far different from the flitter at say, New Orleans (yep, got a couple stories there). You will do STUPID shit at altitude and under the influence of nitrous that you wouldn't normally attempt. On one ski trip that included a day at Vail, one "party" of our illustrious band did the unthinkable while skiing those hallowed slopes.......ski through the ropes and down a closed TripBlackD slope. All of our merry band of ski clowns had managed to stop before hitting said rope, but then there was the "DR," (he had a phD in Chemistry so we politely referred to him as "The Doctor"). I'm on my ass, looking up at a really blue sky, and all 250lbs. of a man comes flying through. Guy hits the rope and it becomes something out of a Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon. I'd never envisioned skis and ski poles flying like that. We were sure he was dead, when in fact, he was up and walking before we got to him. VIVA WHIPPETS!!!
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