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Ladies and gentlemen, it has been far too long that I have kept this little tidbit of information tucked away within me. I have longed to share it with the world, but have staved off the temptation for fear that he might hate me forever if I tell anyone. However, he recently informed me that not only would he not be pissed at me if I told anyone, but that in fact, his desire to have the world know that HE SENT RUBY'S CAFE, A 5.13A CRACK AT INDIAN CREEK, ON HIS SECOND TRY!!!! burns as deeply within him as my desire to let the world know that HE SENT RUBY'S CAFE, A 5.13A CRACK AT INDIAN CREEK, ON HIS SECOND TRY!!!! And so, without further ado, let me just say that MATT NASTY SENT RUBY'S CAFE, A 5.13A CRACK AT INDIAN CREEK, ON HIS SECOND TRY!!!!

Nice work, my friend. Nice work.

8) 8) 8)

Kick-Ass!

now that's the spray we want to hear!!!!! nice job matt!

thank you yasmeen...of course that's not exactly true though since i wasn't at indian creek last week with her.

Horatio Felacio wrote:thank you yasmeen...of course that's not exactly true though since i wasn't at indian creek last week with her.

Yep, that was a couple years ago, eh?

Although, I bet you are more *famous* for the desert driving with Dr. Dre.

Wes

It's true that he was not at Indian Creek last week with me. But that speaks volumes to the amount of time I've held this secret as my own. This actually happened almost 2 years ago!! Can you imagine how long I've been exploding with ecstaticity over this feat?

And you're welcome, Matt.

ahh yes...the dr. dre derby. i think uncle big green was a big fan of that.

also, i didn't do rubys cafe 2nd try.

March of 03. could have been the end of feb.

The Dr. Dre derby... good times, good times. Fueled by high gravity lager and loud music, the multi-talented Mr Nasty and his truck of many smells attempted to break the world land speed record in the campground below the bridger jacks. I was assigned to the role of navigator, while uncle big green accompanied us to verify our feat to the scientific community. It was somewhere just past the big turn when the truck got airborne. It was then determined that there was a conflict of interests amongst the team. Nasty and I forged on, unable to verify the results. I think we broke the sound barrier... or was that part of the suspension...

Odd, I had a similar experience in a truck in 1983. It involved breaking the sound barrier going up a road with a full moon with the lights out so we could see if someone was coming from the other direction. At the top of the hill we became airborn, rising to the ceiling (the 1960's pick-up had no seatbelts)... seemed to hang forever, then the driver clicked on the lights as we came down at the bottom of the hill, skidding and swerving on the gravel. The girl with us (four in the cab) pissed herself. Good times... good times...

oh, so ho you did it on the first go?

awesome man. what fuel were you running on?