Does ANYONE Know Who This Woman Is?

We are at a loss, folks. Somehow this mysterious woman showed up at a recent Attapulgus gang function and managed to spend 3 hours there without once ever revealing her identity.

Who sent her?

Is she a fed investigating us for EPA violations because Travis' mufflers are too loud?

Is she an escaped member of the 35th Calvary Primitive Baptist Assembly of Zion church out looking for a strawberry margarita (you came to the right place, darlin'!) without the congregation seeing?

Is she a reporter for the Tallahassee Democrat?

We do not know.

All we know is she can dodge a camera lens better than a politician can dodge a question, or better than Ranger can dodge a Rottweiler -- and that's sayin' something, folks.

If any of y'all know the identity of this woman, please let us know -- she won the raffle that night and we're trying to give her the prize!

Travis Got a Kawasaki

I never thought I'd see the day when one of our own unloaded Japanese machinery from the back of a trailer.  But like TS Eliot says, April is the cruelest month -- and so it was here when I had to change the banner on this blog out of -- you ready for this Travis? -- respect for one of our own.

So...yup...Travis got him a Kawasaki.  Not sure what they name those things -- could be called like a Wildebeast, or a Mad Viking or KameKaze or something.  

I'll just call it a Kawasaki.

He brought it out in Whigham and it seemed to go pretty good.  True, he got stuck in this hole in the picture -- a hole me and my Polaris got through right afterward, I might add -- but I don't think you can blame that on his machinery as much as his tires -- not that he's got bad tires either, I just don't think he's running Outlaws.

Either way, the jury is still out on this strange Asian bug.  We did have an interesting incident later in the day that I still think was staged.  For some reason Travis switched bikes with Kristen -- and then he immediately proceeded to "get stuck" with her Polaris 850 in an easy creek crossing that the rest of us had no problem with.  And after that he made a big show of getting out a rope, hooking it to the back of his Kawasaki, and pulling the Polaris out of the creek.  

See where we're going with this folks?

Travis knows how to cross a creek.  And Kristen's bike goes where other bikes fear to tread.  Something smelled really fishy about the whole thing -- kind of like Japanese food if you catch my drift.  I'll give Travis the benefit of the doubt and say he staged the whole thing.  He's too experienced a driver to have been stuck in that little ole hole -- and it was a great photo op for his new Kawasaki to be pulling the Polaris.

I think Travis has a future in politics.  We probably oughta start calling him Slick.

SOUTHERN PASSAGE DISCOVERED AT LONG LAST!

We always knew it was there.

Look at a Google Map and any fool can see that what takes 20 miles by truck will only take 10 miles through the woods -- if only the trail can be blazed.

The Southern Passage, a trail through the woods from Attapulgus, GA to Havana, FL, has been a mythical grail since our earliest ancestors first climbed up from the primordial ooze and straddled their four-wheelers. Explorers have spent centuries on that puzzle to no avail, and many of them have been lost forever in the wilds of Booger Bay while making the attempt. This reptile-infested wilderness that straddles the Georgia-Florida border has confounded the best of frontiersmen -- that is, until now.

NEWSFLASH FOLKS! THE PASSAGE IS DISCOVERED!

And naturally, it was discovered by members of the Attapulgus Gang. A couple of weeks ago JR and Larry had a dream, jacked up Polaris's and coolers full of fine brew. They fought their way for hours through the merciless muck of Booger Bay. They reprovisioned at Steve's and he joined them along the twisted trails of outer Havana from which they plowed relentlessly onward, driven not so much by compass as by the force of fearless determination and bolstered further by ample amounts of liquid courage.

Late that evening, after downing Margaritas and chimichangas in Bainbridge, Jerry and Beckie returned to their hacienda bordering the untamed wilderness, and found that the world was changed forever.  The clues were too shattering to ignore.

The lawnmower was on the front steps.

Their boots were mysteriously lined up the stairs and onto the deck, centered, like so many boulders at Stonehenge, with a hidden purpose that only a shaman could understand.

And there, planted dead center in front of their door, was the wrought iron shelf upon which they keep their bug spray -- planted as proof of what had been accomplished -- like the flag planted upon the moon by the first astronauts to land there.  The signs were clear -- people from the woods had been there!  THE PASSAGE HAD BEEN FOUND!

The world owes a debt of gratitude to these brave pioneers.  Never again must an Attapulgus gang member have to suffer the indignity of sharing paved roads with ghetto-blasting Caprices perched on 30" spinners when traveling from Havana to Attapulgus or vice versa.  Never again must any of us actually register a motor vehicle with the states of Georgia or Florida.  We'll take the woods, thank you. 

And thank you three trailblazers -- Larry, JR, and Steve.  You have changed the world.