With the guidance of my father and some help from his friends, I don't really have a choice..

On another note, I had a dream last night about K.I.K., but it involved me racing a very overweight man through the college campus in shopping carts instead of trucks and rocks. For some reason they found a way to use calroc rules, though

By the way, I thought I'd clarify something else.

While there is a time to complete the course....this isn't a race.

It is about accumulating the least amount of points during your run, and doing it in the time allowed.

If you finish in 2 minutes and have 8 minutes left, but have 38 points, it's not going to do you any good.

it seems like an awful lot depends on the spotter. He can rack up more points than the driver can.

Yes, a guy you can TRUST as a spotter is key.

On another note, the first Jeep registration arrived today.

He told me to tell you guys to make sure that you bring your tissues.....he doesn't want any of your tears to mess up his wax job on his Jeep.

i brought the shit over to your side, Doug..

Who puts wax on a wheeler?

Screw it. I am in. I will get my $20 hold fee this week.

damn skippy chris, set an example for our club, hang your balls out there ... like a grasshopper into an ant pile, you ain't getting out alive, but it sure does tickle going in...

The COUNTDOWN has begun!

Are you ready?

http://www.cowtownjeeps.com/kik/kik.htm

That is all!

Trey

Far from it, but 107 days left..

This is the weakest bunch of smack talkers I have ever seen.

Uh-oh, we are experiencing a Jeep Invasion...

Fawk you Jeep cawkgobbling bastages. You will bow down at the alter of the Nissan Gods. We will slay your 'trail rated' God, and spit upon his temple, while we rape and pillage your lands and women.

Better?

okay... that was a really creepy image.... you must now stay 5 feet away from me at all times

well I trust my spotter. even if he does dislike chevy's

what the holly phok, Chris, did you blow an O-ring or something? Gezus I just about shit my pants laughing at that.

yes , this was one of my better lines..

about as much as a body cavity search from a $5 chinese hooker with a staple gun for her left arm.

and scott why did you edit your post? I thought it was pretty good, but by saying someone else's rig is unreliable you will cause your vehicle to have premature-coil-ejaculation...

Hey, I know I am going to get my ass kicked, I just thought I would give the Jeeper some decent flaming like he requested.

I don't even remember what it said. Talk about a geriatric moment.

Sucks getting old, eh?

OK, bit off topic, but here we go. Old is this: realizing you are on the other side of the door.

What do I mean?

My doorbell rang, I answered it, and kids asked if Zach could go play. It then hit me I was not the kiddo asking for a friend to come play. I am now the adult... on the other side of the door.

Do they call you Mr. and sir? Bwaahahahhahahahah!

Actually I did indeed get Mister-ized for the first time the other day. I had to wear a name tag at my son's school; it said Mr. Heise.

When a student called me, I turned around literally looking to see where my dad was.

My knees shook at that moment. Twas I he was talking to.

you're still young.. I don't wanna hear it.. you just got an earlier start at parenthood than some of us.

WOW....um....i hate being called Mr.