Well, my buddie Wes and I decided to take the S-10 four wheeling right after school let out at 3:15pm. I found some pretty good sized ruts, and dipped the front end in, thinking I could back right out. Boy, did I think wrong. Next thing I know, half of the dang truck is laying on it's frame.So I asses the situation, then we walk back out to the road to try and wave someone down. Having no luck, we decide to walk a quater mile down the road to Wes' house.I could get a hold of anyone, so we walk back. Once back at the opening of the trail, we see a nice Jeep Sahara on 32in Buckshots drive by. We tried waving him down, but the jeep just drove on by. So, once again, we walked back to Wes' house. I called my mom to bring her 98 Ford Exploder. She's says she'll be there in about 30min. So, we wait, and wait.........and wait. It's starting to get dark. We finally see my moms explorer coming down the road, then we start yelling out random cuss words as we see it drive by us. Then, we see it turn around and come back. Once again, we can't get her attention. She drives past again. So, I run down the road after her. She drive about a 1/2 mile down the road and turns down another street. So, I run up the street and wait.After a while, I started walking back down the road to my truck. On the way back, I see my mom and finnally flag her down. Now she pissed because she's been driving around for 30min looking for us. We get back to my truck to find the guy in the Jeep Sahara stopped. Turns out, he saw us on the side of the road, but couldn't stop cuz the jeep was riunning on "E" and he was on his way to the gas station. He comes back and trys to yank on me. No luck, my truck wont budge. Mean while, I see some familiar head lights coming down the trail.It's my dad, in his 2001 Silverado Z71. My pissed off mother must of called him while she was waiting. So, my dad hooks the silverado up, but can't get any traction in the mud with his stock street tires. So, now they both hook up at the same time. Still, can't budge me. So, we call it a night. And I spend the night a Wes' house.
The next mourning, Wes and I go meet up with my buddie Chris (MSM Member). But come to find out, his bronco 2 is out of commision. So, we walk down the road to try and flag down a kid who drives a F-250 on 36in Hummer Treads. We finally see him coming down the road, and flag him down. He said he come pull me out after school. On our way back to the truck, Mike, the guys with the Jeep stops by to check on us. He say's hell come by after work to check again. So, after school gets out, we wait for the ford, he NEVER shows up. So Chris' dad stops by with his new 4.0L Ford Ranger on 31's with 4:10 gears, and LS diffs front and rear..He kept breaking straps and decided to go home.
Then Mike stops back by with the Jeep again and calls his brother out. Now, his brother shows up with a Dodge 2500 lifted on 36"or 38's. He pulls me right out. No problem. Of coarse he had to bust my chops a bit. But, hey, he got the job DONE.
Thanks go to Mike, his Brother, and Chris' Dad for helping out.
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