Anyone got a good story?

[wrward]

asleep at the wheel

The year was 1971 , got off the graveyard at 8 AM packed up the 65 Dodge van with the camping gear, picked up two girlfriends, and headed for a 6 hour drive to Blythe on the Colorado river.

When I got there all I could think about was finding a camping spot and getting some sleep. But all sites were full except for this really great site on the river with all kinds of sandy beach around it. So being young and dumb and full of it I parked, hung my hammock and went off to zzzzzzz land.

I was awaken about 4 hours later by one of the girls (both were blonde, but I never held that against them) she is shaken me ever so softly with no urgency at all, telling me that she thinks there might be a problem.

I never knew there is a tide on the river, apparently they open the damn dam everyday for some reason and the river rises about 5'.

Both girls sat there for 4 hours and watched the river rise, drowning the campsite. They finely decided that there was a problem when there was no more dry land for them to lay on.

Meantime the other campers up on dry land were getting a good laugh and taking bets as to just how long I was going to sleep.

The water was up to the doors, when I stuckit in gear and blasted my way out of that mess and right into a sand pit. Made it out of the water, but got stuck in the sand, all to the cheers from the spectators on the shore. then this guy with a freaking half-track comes over and tells me that for $50 he will tow me out of the sand. Looked to suspicious, like maybe he created the sand pit and had his rig parked there just for this sort of thing.

Dropped my tires airpressure and walked out. Ilove my Dodges, they will take care of me even if you can't cure dumb.

 

[merryman]

Three buddys drive most of night to get to Oregon coast to hunt Elk in a jeep wagon. Get there an hour or two before daylight and one can't get comfortable, so a little before first light starts setting up on tail gate for breakfast while other two sleep.

As it starts to lighten up, he notices on the far side of the canyon some buff colored spots-----they are moving.

Tells his friends he sees Elk,, yea, right they say, shut up. He takes off, but realizing he maybe awhile and not having eaten since noon the day before, he grabs a couple weiners from the package he'd just pulled out of the cooler. As he ran down the road, he realized he was trailing a string of about 10 connected wieners, so he just wrapped them around his neck and forgot about them; buddys follow.



Couple hours later he returns to jeep. A guy in another rig is parked there. Guy, askes, "were there any bulls in that herd?"

Friend says what makes you thing we saw a herd of elk?



Guy says, "I come up on a rig with both doors open, and the tail gate down with a burning camp stove on it; one rifle case on the roof, and two cases laying in road; a half a box of rifle amo spilled beside the rig, a hat 50 feet up the road, and you come back with a string of weiners wrapped around your neck, I don't need anymore to tell me you saw a herd of elk; were there any bulls??



Vaughn

 

[Karl2500]

Growing up on LI here not really much legal places to 4 wheel but my friends and I managed to keep our trucks muddy and broken. We had an ongoing contest to see who we could catch in the woods with their honey. It also gave us a reason to check out any and all dirt roads, mud pits, beach, or woods. “Ma hold my beer I think Keith hangs out by this mud pit, …. nah we got plenty of time before church starts. Hey sis ya might want to pick up your feet the mud tends to get through the rust holes in the back. ” Of course we never caught friends but we startled the heck out of a bunch of strangers.

 

[MHindman]

most of my good stories have "hold my beer" in them somewhere. this just happened last weekend, so its real fresh. I have a buddy that hes driven a 89 chevy 2wd for years. he has always road with us, but never driven himself. So he gets a 98 chevy 4x4 305 and brings it out to show us. so we look and it, study it, while we are drinking. So after about 2 hours of this we are ready to take it for a little test run. we load up a pitcher, ok 3. we have 6 people in the truck. 2 in the cab, 2 with their backs to the cab, and me and another kid with our backs to the tailgate. we are going slow, through the woods, no pavement for miles, just doing some hills and stuff. we are about out of beer so we start heading back. We come to this crossroads, and we are turning left. for the first time in the whole trip hes going to fishtail. so hes really tring to give us a good show, so we are totally sideways. I look at my buddy in the front of the bed. . and all he said was "HE LOST IT" We are now going about 50 right for the woods and a bank thats about 8 feet down. so we fly through the woods, down the bank, and continue for about 50 yards. I almost flew out. it was bad. But we didnt hit anything. So we all get out and look around... we drove out, but wow was it frightening. But we got it out ok, just wasnt a good site. the people in the front, when hitting the bank, spilled the beer, lots of it... all over the windshield and dash. Keep in mind i dont drive or ride with drunk drivers, but we we pretty much in the woods, and we never went faster than 10 mph. untill this stunt. and the **** of it is. we were only one a road for 20 feet. and 10 of them were sideways. The truck just needed hosed out. well one little dent. live and learn

 

[Big MAK]

hold my beer...



Ex brother in laws wedding party night before the big day. Lots of beer into the evening decide to 4x4 in one of his friends trucks, think it was an old chevy. Pretty new paint job, nicely dressed up. We take it easy and climb a few hills, terminating the occasional small tree that jumps in our way, then start heading out of the mountains. Driver decides to hot dog through a campground revving and hooting, hollering, and honking the whole way (about midnight). Driver guns it out of campsite, gravel on pavement = immediate sideways. Rock wall on other side of road meets front drivers corner after he over corrects and manages to fishtail it all the way back around. Flips on it's side and goes sliding on the passengers side down the paved road... . four of us in the cab (thank goodness no-one in the bed and all arms in the doors).



Needless to say we didn't ask the campers for help. Hiked to the highway and some rodeo cowboys gave us a lift to the nearest bar where we dilluted our sorrows after calling the wives and girlfriends for a ride back (amazingly they didn't tell us to walk). Owner returned the next day with a friend and a winch to put it back on it's wheels and drive it home.

 

[Great White]

Well, I guess I'll just have to tell another story to move this back towards the top!

Back in 1990 I decided that just dating wasn't good enough anymore and proposed! After ten years still happy! Oh,Yeah the story.

As the eventful day approched, buddies from far away started to arrive. We had one BIG party. But trouble arose when we started discussing the "Cooler" for the event planned for 200 persons. well one thing lead to another and a 3/4 ton was taken to the local ice plant and 600Lbs of ice was blown in. Home we went where soda, Beer and wine was added. then back to the ice plant for "topping off" with and additional 600Lbs of snow. the next morning with my TREMENDOUS hangover from the bachelor party I drove it to the park and dropped the tailgate... ... So far I have yet to see a bigger party cooler!

Rich

 

[Chace TX]

Okay, I can hold my own beer.

This story is not as exciting as the others but here goes. I got married on May 5, of this year. We had a stag party down at the river about 60 miles from here. There is a little beer joint at Ft. McKavett, TX, about 3 miles from where we were camping. We were for the most part too intoxicated to drive, however one buddy was rather sober. We had been talking up Pete's (the beer joint). Some of the guys had never been there, and we decided it was time to go. Next thing I knew we were pilling on the flat bed that had been used to haul down the picnic tables. The trailer just happened to be hooked up to the most bombed Dodge there. So here we go twenty drunks on flatbed suckin' smoke from the Dodge that just "accidentally" got lugged all three miles (read: thick black diesel smoke). Anyway we made it there and from what I could tell the next morning we also made it back home that night.

 

[jmeehan]

Here's another one (I never learn).

Just this past March we had a late snow fall. Well it was Friday and I was feeling frisky, so I took my new Dodge for a drive up towards the lake where there is always snow if it's snowing in town.

I figured there may be some poor soul stuck (you see where this is headed) and I could test my truck and help someone out too.

I get about 7 miles up and meet a 2 door ford explorer headed back down. There were four guys inside that said "Be careful, it gets real deep real fast on top of the hill". Of course I thought "Huh, if that little ford can make it, my big Dodge can make it". I figured I'd just turn around where they did.

I had some time to think about this later, I should have asked them if they had gotten stuck turning around. I kept going up the road and came to the place where the ford turned around (there were no other tire tracks up there, a message in itself) and I saw that three of the passengers had had to push the little ford out from where it had gotten stuck while turning around. Well my big Dodge is a bit longer then the little ford, so of course it won't turn around as easy. I think if I hadn't spun the tires I may have been fine. But she was stuck sure, you know one person can't push a Dodge Ram with the Cummins engine.

The next day I noticed the road sign said it was nine miles. I'd never walked that far before.

My wife and I drove up the next day in my jeep, and after five minutes work with a shovel I had my truck free. Then it was just a long back down the road to find a good turn around spot.

 

[QRTRHRS]

It was hit and miss to score beer for me and my buddies back in the sixties. We could always resort to hard cider however. On weekends when we knew that nobodys fathers were going to be at the cabin, we would head up usually with an abundent supply of cider. It was during one of those sunny but cool winter days that we went cruising around with an open Jeep on state game lands (not exactly legal). Went over a small hump then nothing. There we sat with the Jeep up to the frame in snow. Two mile hike back to the cabin and all we could come up with were boards and a dustpan. Must have been two or three in the morning when we finally got it dug out. Never got cold though!

 

[Great White]

I used to have a Toyota 4x4 and horribly abused it. And strangely enough it seemed to thrive on it!

We went to go fishing one day at a pond we had never gone to before. This is near Bend, Oregon where most places there is a lava flow under the dirt, mud or water... ... . somewhere! Well we pulled up near the pond to find our "road" blocked with an irrigation canal. So I hopped out looked and decided that we could "wade" the truck thru. So locked the hubs and in we went, and surprise the water came up over the front bumper, matter of fact the inside of the bed was flooded..... But true to form Toyota never missed a lick and crawled out on the far bank. Dumped the skiff into the pond and caught some nice bass and drank up all the beer!

Ah, now the fun part..... load the skiff and crawl down the bank into the canal and as I approch the far side I decide to "goose it" because the bank looks steeper on this side. Well, water pushes up against the grill and into the air intake. Choke..... stall... Remember bed flooded with water? rummage under the seat for "emergency" tools get the plug wrench and climb out the window. Jump into the water, open the hood and remove sparkplugs... . Crank motor and water sprays out... . crank till dry. . re-install plugs... hop in and it fired right of and GENTLY crawled up the bank... . Drove that truck 100K miles after that with no problems... ... . When I was convincing myself to buy my Dodge someone wrote a comment that the Dodge was "Just like my old Toyota except on steroids" I was SOLD... ... So far not yet disapointed!!!!!

Rich