pumpout2004 wrote:Andrew tell your: "my boy just sent twinkie story" please! pretty please!!
I can tell it, but we have to set the stage. It was the last day of a three day trip. It was starting to get dusky dark, but I wanted to get in just a couple more pitches before heading back home. I had tried Creep Show before and couldn't do it, so it was ripe for the picking and I was ready, perfect setup, fast approach, etc, etc...
We pull up to Phantasia and park at the corner spot about 30 yards back from the main parking spot. While getting out of the truck I notice a car up in the main area, a bitchin Camaro, with 3 or 4 guys in it. We go ahead and get our packs on, situate the gear in the truck, cover the stuff in the back with the tarp, lock it, etc... The reason I am stating all the things we were doing is because this all took time. Probably 4-5 minutes, truth be told. The car was still sitting there, idling, that low hum of a Camaro with the muffler half off.
We set out for the approach trail, psyched to get an end of the day send. As we get closer to the Camaro I can see the driver is turning around and looking at me out of the back window. I'm paying pretty close attention. It seemed like they were waiting on us for some reason. I don't have to explain all the potentially bad scenarios that can happen with some locals in a Camaro.
Right as I get next to the car, I hear the sound of the electric window rolling down.
Driver: Hey
Me: What's up
Driver: Heading up to climb?
Me: Yeah, just thought about getting in an end of the day burn on Creep Show.
Driver (rolling eyes and sort of nodding over to the guy in the passenger seat): Oh... My boy just sent Twinkie.
Me: (Silence. Stunned that I was just hosed down by some clown in a Camaro about his
boys send.)
Window goes up, they start to drive off, do the 3 point turnaround in the spot where everyone turns around, and burn out into the night.
Awesome.