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Off-Road Epic (long)
Posted 26 August 2004 - 11:55 AM
...But alas, it was to no avail. The desert atmosphere destroyed the moisture as soon as it was created, and the three comrades continued on their path of rage. Nature cringed as the squirrel-like sound of the EA82 engine was brought to life. It knew it would fail to protect the place it held so dearly. The roads were open for attack, and attack they did. Accelerating faster than any normal vehicle could, nature could do nothing but marvel at Scott's ultimate driving capabilities, and extremely riskful choices. Forty, Fifty, Sixty, Sixty-Five, Seventy miles an hour, destruction was imminent for all regrowth in their way. even hills could not stop them - they sailed through the air several feet off the ground for long distances, and seemed to enjoy the stopping of their hearts and the flexing of the vehicle's suspension while continuing to listen to their noises of death. Nature just turned its head and weeped.
Two hours later the destruction ended. The weapon, the beast, otherwise known as SUBARU-LOYALE, ended their quest and turned them towards their civilized hell they called home. Nature was free once again to live as it once had so long ago, yet knew it could never fully regain all the strength that destroyed so many of these little demon's hopes and dreams in the past. The battle was over, but the war against Scott, Steve, and Cal was just commencing.
*No animals or plantlife were actually hurt in the making of this story. Nature's just a big sissy sometimes.
*All precautionary measures were calculated and added to the plan of attack. spare tires, extra parts, tools, water, and seatbelts were in full use.
*70mph on the dirt is truth. so is jumping the hills at that speed and catching tons of air.
*fun was had on this trip, and will be had again... when we return. muahahahahahahahaha...
Posted 26 August 2004 - 09:23 PM
SOunds like fun. WRX style action. Too bad I missed it. FUN FUN!!
Posted 26 August 2004 - 10:39 PM
heres a preview of what i did:
Posted 26 August 2004 - 10:43 PM
i swear on everything holy that i will never not have at least 2 vehicles w/ 4wd capabilities. life would be meaningless.
Big fat AMEN!!! to that!! I couldn't put it more simple.
Posted 26 August 2004 - 11:23 PM
Posted 26 August 2004 - 11:51 PM
not quite, just a kid with too much time.
Posted 27 August 2004 - 12:34 PM
Posted 27 August 2004 - 03:02 PM
We were flying down a twisty, narrow road in the center of Caroline County, VA. Up ahead were some train tracks. Not slowing down one bit, I shot across them. Halfway across the tracks, I see a train in the distance.
"Hmm, there's a train coming", I said. Chuck said, "No there isn't, I didn't see one." A small arguement begins (why we were arguing about a train, I don't know). "Prove it", said Chuck. So I threw the car in reverse.
About halfway back to the tracks, the lights come on. And for some stupid reason, I thought "I can make it back across". Mashing the gas pedal, I raced backwards. The arms were starting to come down at this point. There was no point in stopping now.
The grade of the road was funny. You could fly across the track in one direction with no drama, yet a Justy at near-redline in reverse doesn't respond so well while going the other way. I don't think we touched the tracks at all, because we were way in the air, nearly hitting the descending arms, with big rump roast train about 200 ft. away.
Well, we didn't hit anything, except the ground. The impact confused me, and I steered in the wrong direction. Basically, we landed, spun a complete 180, and backed down the ravine right next to the tracks. Josh was mildly pissed (he was screaming), and he kicked me out of the driver's seat. Chuck and I were pushing, Josh was holding it to the floor, one tire still on pavement and smoke was pouring off of it. We got it out. Josh said i couldn't drive it anymore...that day.
Months later, his brother reclaimed it, and prompty got t-boned by a dumptruck. End of Justy.
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