Bruce Savaria, a guy named Felker and I came out of the bar at the corner of the road coming down from the main gate and Empress Menon Blvd. The Gerry cart drivers always pushed the nose of those scrawny beasts in your face and bugged shit out of you for a ride. Well I had just got some new duds and this Gerry carry slimed me. I went off! I grabbed the driver by the arm and flung him to the ground and leaped into the seat grabbed the reins and started trotting around. All of the other guy's followed suit and in minutes the race was on. It was about 4 or 5 carts and 10 to 15 guys' of all MOS's, flat out down the boulevard at about 10:pm whipping the shit out of these horse/goats and having the time of our lives. We made it down to another bar, the name of which eludes me now and unassed the carts. It was about 30 minutes and our MP buddies showed up and escorted us all to base. I spent the night in lock up and Sgt. Ritter, the desk Sgt. was screaming for hours on end.

Our story was we were trying to escape an angry mob of rock throwing, spear chucking old Ethie WWII, commie pinko type vet's, that had become angry at us for singing the star spangled banner and probably had had our soft drinks spiked with something that tasted like licorice. I think it was called Zabib or something (heee, heee). Well, this sent Col. Koalick through the roof of the Provost Marshall's Office and he got right in my face. Made me stand guard at the gate of the Officer's dependant compound until my transfer came in. During this time, I wrote over 35 tickets to dependant officer's wives and was ultimately sexually abused by a few.

(Webmasters notes: 1) The author was an ASA MP stationed at Kagnew for 6 months in 1967. 2) I was a witness to this event. I believe the only Gross Guy to participate in this modern day "Chariot Race" was "Fat" Mike Powers. One of his Gerry Cart wheels fell off and he did not finish the race. We subsequently chipped in and paid the Gerry Cart driver for the damages.)