CHENGA TRIP FROM HELL
December 30,1998,my day started off w/ paying a $70 speeding ticket. After that I went home to pack for the adventure in front of me. Cameron Peppers, Craig Billingsly, Fat Steve Armentrout, Jimmy Kleoudis, Mike Roush, and myself planned the trip. So by 2:00 p.m. we were all on our way to ride Chenga world. While we were heading northbound on state route 83, a sudden stop occurred, giving Cameron no time to stop, causing him to rear end the Terdcel, which was my car. Before I knew it, we were in a ditch full of snow. I look back to see Craig all beat up w/ glass all over him. Then I look over and see Jimbo’s knees digging into my dash. After we were positive we were all right, we exited the car. I circled my car in disbelief. It was totaled. Cameron’s car had a smashed front end. Craig’s and my bikes were trashed but Jimmy’s trailboss survived untouched. We all look over to see a white truck trying to stop to help us, but instead squirreled and almost rear-ended Cameron’s car, darn.
At least we all walked away unharmed.
Our next stop was Fred’s garage/impound lot. There we gutted our cars and left the Terdcel to rest. We call home to let our parents know the great news. Next Jimmy calls his lady friends to give us a ride to Chenga. Jimmy, Mike, and Steve were on the first trip there. About a half an hour later, the girls return for us. Little did we know what was in stored for us next.
Once we boarded, we were on our way. About a quarter of the way, her front tire fell off her car and left us to skid out of control into another ditch. By now we were completely mystified by our luck. So we push our broken bikes to the near McDonalds. Now we were 7 miles from Chenga. We waste no time calling our friends on attempt to get a ride. They were so caught up in riding that they were not sweating us being stranded. So Cameron, Craig and I start to push our bikes the rest of the way. Pushing our way through the freezing cold, and snow, we slowly made our way there. Once there we were notified that someone has just left to pick us up.
Since we were all very worn from our journey, we were quickly seen resting and drying. While the others tried to make a big joke out of the whole thing, we just sat trying to warm up. An hour later, we were picked up by my dad and Cameron’s step dad. The trip would soon be over. Now how is that for a bad day. Just to show our love for BMX, the next day we went back up to ride. This shows the moral of the story, BMX will always prevail. TJ