4 wheelin' stories
Lets hear some of yours, best trips, worst bogs, disaster, glory, etc.
I don't remember the name of the rig, but I think it was a 1960's chevy pickup, it had two fuel tanks you could switch between, might've had a spanish name. Either way, we where grinding around the hills in Oregon, the road had been washed out earlier and we were up there doing some maintainance. When it was time to come down, for some reason we ended up airborn and when we landed the car died. It would've been around a 15 mile walk to help and didn't feel like flipping open a cell phone so we spared the last of our water, refilled the batter that had been ripped loose under the hood and flopping around. It didn't start, so we scavenged the rest of the truck for whatever was in it. Ended up making repairs for like 2 hours before it sluggishly started again, we journed back down. Not a crazy rockclimbing story but one I remember.