Solid. I had a buddy in high school that was known for his streaking. We were up Corner Canyon having a weekly campfire comprised of misfits. There was a group of young adults doing the same thing up the road from us, cooking marshmallows over the fire and singing 'Kum ba yah' in a merry fashion.
Our buddy decides he's going to streak past their merry group and wake up their party. He gracefully sneaks up above their campfire, armed with nothing but a ball cap and some cowboy boots. They are posed just feet off of the road and its light enough out that nothing will be missed. Our group hides out in the trees just below their campfire, along the same road. Scotty comes running down the road, steps in a pothole and lays himself out across the road, sliding to a stop not more then 10 feet from their campfire the looks were priceless! We about died of laughter and all Scotty could say was "my root, I hurt my root"
