spectre6000
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You're out on the trail at the head of the group. You've got a little distance on the second truck in line due to a challenging obstacle. While you're waiting for them to catch up, you look off into the distance and... A magical wish granting talking yeti emerges! He leans his blurry face down to your ear and whispers....
"Nice truck! I've had my eye on one of those for, you know, scampering about all blurry out here and being hard to photograph. What engine have you got in that thing?"
Bewildered and amazed, you reply.
"Sweet!" The yeti replies, "I'm Stewart." He shoves his blurry appendage in your direction as if to shake your hand; you accept this gesture politely, if a little dazed. You look down to notice he's wearing a surprisingly small pair of ballet slippers. He notices you noticing, and sheepishly but matter of factly states, "Camouflage."
You nod. Obviously. Of course. Big foot would never wear tiny ballet slippers. Makes perfect sense.
He continues. "If you could be granted a magical talking yeti wish, and go back in time to spec your drivetrain again, assuming both gas and diesel were available, which would you choose?"
You ponder this question as if it were of the most existential importance and all of humanity's fate relied upon your answer. There's magical talking yeti magic involved here, so this really counts. After a thoughtful minute has passed, you quickly blurt out...
"Nice truck! I've had my eye on one of those for, you know, scampering about all blurry out here and being hard to photograph. What engine have you got in that thing?"
Bewildered and amazed, you reply.
"Sweet!" The yeti replies, "I'm Stewart." He shoves his blurry appendage in your direction as if to shake your hand; you accept this gesture politely, if a little dazed. You look down to notice he's wearing a surprisingly small pair of ballet slippers. He notices you noticing, and sheepishly but matter of factly states, "Camouflage."
You nod. Obviously. Of course. Big foot would never wear tiny ballet slippers. Makes perfect sense.
He continues. "If you could be granted a magical talking yeti wish, and go back in time to spec your drivetrain again, assuming both gas and diesel were available, which would you choose?"
You ponder this question as if it were of the most existential importance and all of humanity's fate relied upon your answer. There's magical talking yeti magic involved here, so this really counts. After a thoughtful minute has passed, you quickly blurt out...
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