STUCKS

The Green Guzzler stops in it's tracks.

There is a short story behind this event: I was riding with John in his Jeep when he decided to go down a trail we hadn't been on in a while. The trail isn't that bad, nothing to be worried about. We then turned down a trail we hadn't been on before. We came to the hole pictured above. John thought he could make it and, well you see how that went. We then started walking to a gas station, that was about 2 miles away, to call someone to get us out. Luckily one of my friends saw us and stopped to pick us up. We then went and got my Jeep and I grabbed my camera, to take the pictures you see here, on the way out of the house. This predicament is why you never 4-wheel alone.

After numerous attemps and about an hour or so later. John's Jeep seemed to sink down as much as I pulled it backwards. Unfortunately I couldn't get him out, my balding tires for some reason couldn't get good traction. He called someone with better tires and a longer tow stap and was freed later that night.

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