JTdiRtyD
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Got this idea after some replies in another thread about country folk help out country folk.
Tell us your stories! Anything from funny pucker stories, favorite vacation memories to growing up "how did we ever survive?" stupidity.
I don't really have anything CRAZY, but I have some fun ones. I used to bomb down trails when I first got my license. Living in the sticks we had plenty of "public" Potlach or papermill land with old logging trails through it. My favorite story was when my buddy and I went out running one of our common trails after some heavy rain knowing it would be messy. I had an 1984 AMC Eagle, he had an 80's something Toyota Corolla that he put knobby tires on. He would try and take that thing through anything and somehow never got it stuck. We run this trail, it was wet, it was muddy, but we knew the trail well and had fun. We got to our turn around spot about 5 miles back, stopped to enjoy some devils lettuce, and then started heading back.
Right as we started back there was a large puddle, probably 75 to 100 feet long. We knew it was deep but since we had just came through it from the other direction we didn't think much of it, but my buddy took a different line that was much deeper and his Corolla starts to float. I came barreling into the water, spray goes up over the hood and I don't see that my buddy was basically now sitting there, water clears and I slam on the brakes to not hit him. My car slips down into a rut and hangs up on the frame. Stuck. Waters pouring in the doors, pouring through the firewall and dash, engine dies and there I sit. Luckily the angle I was at my air box was above the water, so no hydrolock.
My buddy just keeps his Corolla floored and floats his way across to the other side and makes it out. I climb out of mine and wade my way across. Neither of us had straps or anything to help recover ourselves, and this was before cell phones so we couldn't call anyone, so we climb in his car and keep going. His car is sputtering like crazy, 3 inches of water in the floor, but it made it back to the highway and then to town 10 miles away. We tried to find a few friends with trucks, no one was home, so our last option was my dad. So here I am, 11:00 PM, soaking wet covered in mud trying to hide it from my dad that I was higher than a kite while explaining how I got the Eagle stuck and needed his help to get it out.
For some reason he grabs the keys to my moms Grand Cherokee instead of his truck and we head out. We get to the trail and he hesitates slightly wondering if he should have grabbed the truck instead, but decides to go for it. He takes it easy and avoids as much water and mud as he can. We get to my Eagle he starts laughing. From the angle of our lights it looked like all that was sticking out the water was the nose. We hook up, he pulls me out and we get it fired up and check things over. As we head out he starts hitting every water hole he could. By the time we got back to the highway my moms Cherokee is filthy. Can't see through any windows except where the wipers were. He stops and says he's going to the car wash before heading home, don't tell my mom about her car.
Tell us your stories! Anything from funny pucker stories, favorite vacation memories to growing up "how did we ever survive?" stupidity.
I don't really have anything CRAZY, but I have some fun ones. I used to bomb down trails when I first got my license. Living in the sticks we had plenty of "public" Potlach or papermill land with old logging trails through it. My favorite story was when my buddy and I went out running one of our common trails after some heavy rain knowing it would be messy. I had an 1984 AMC Eagle, he had an 80's something Toyota Corolla that he put knobby tires on. He would try and take that thing through anything and somehow never got it stuck. We run this trail, it was wet, it was muddy, but we knew the trail well and had fun. We got to our turn around spot about 5 miles back, stopped to enjoy some devils lettuce, and then started heading back.
Right as we started back there was a large puddle, probably 75 to 100 feet long. We knew it was deep but since we had just came through it from the other direction we didn't think much of it, but my buddy took a different line that was much deeper and his Corolla starts to float. I came barreling into the water, spray goes up over the hood and I don't see that my buddy was basically now sitting there, water clears and I slam on the brakes to not hit him. My car slips down into a rut and hangs up on the frame. Stuck. Waters pouring in the doors, pouring through the firewall and dash, engine dies and there I sit. Luckily the angle I was at my air box was above the water, so no hydrolock.
My buddy just keeps his Corolla floored and floats his way across to the other side and makes it out. I climb out of mine and wade my way across. Neither of us had straps or anything to help recover ourselves, and this was before cell phones so we couldn't call anyone, so we climb in his car and keep going. His car is sputtering like crazy, 3 inches of water in the floor, but it made it back to the highway and then to town 10 miles away. We tried to find a few friends with trucks, no one was home, so our last option was my dad. So here I am, 11:00 PM, soaking wet covered in mud trying to hide it from my dad that I was higher than a kite while explaining how I got the Eagle stuck and needed his help to get it out.
For some reason he grabs the keys to my moms Grand Cherokee instead of his truck and we head out. We get to the trail and he hesitates slightly wondering if he should have grabbed the truck instead, but decides to go for it. He takes it easy and avoids as much water and mud as he can. We get to my Eagle he starts laughing. From the angle of our lights it looked like all that was sticking out the water was the nose. We hook up, he pulls me out and we get it fired up and check things over. As we head out he starts hitting every water hole he could. By the time we got back to the highway my moms Cherokee is filthy. Can't see through any windows except where the wipers were. He stops and says he's going to the car wash before heading home, don't tell my mom about her car.
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