The buck bounds up into the brush and my baby slowly bumpity-bumps off the hillside. The lack of rolling motion let me know, this is not good. I try to open the door. Grand.. It'll only open enough to squeeze my thin butt thru. What else could go wrong.. OH SWELL! A thouroughly bent rim and gnashed tire.. Ungh... I get back in and limp around the corner to the turnaround where I./. turn around. I get back down to the bank of mailboxes and get out of my baby and stare into space. I hear a large vehicle revving and sliding around the dirt corners. Down whips my buddy in his Ford Explorer. He slows to a halt, pops in park and hops out.. "I got a feeling I needed to get down he... WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?" he exclaimed as he saw car carnage and a very bruised hillside. I recount the tale and then in the headlights see that my left axle assembly is about 2 inches squished back from normal and see the extent of the gnaling on the tire/rim. I groan and we proceed in changing the tire. While off I see bent metal and indentations where they don't belong in the wheel-bay. Oh yeah, during my breif trip to turn around, the wheel was pulling to hard left that int took a full 180 degree turn of the wheel to go straight.
We call my folks and they rush down in the big red beastie truck, expecting to see a magnled son and smashed car. We assessed the situation, and determined it could make the 2 mile trip back to the driveway. I thanked my friend and gave him a grateful hug, then headed off... Feeling that thing told me many many things were not right.. Just F'in swell. I think I may have bonked my head somewhere in there, so now I'm going to go check my pupil diolation..
Enjoy the pics of carnage.




