There were three locations for the entire Hell event. We all met at Colone Dodge for the classes, pancakes, shopping and awards. Then we paraded to Hell for a picnic lunch. From there we paraded to the DC proving grounds.
When we paraded to the DC proving grounds, I was behind a guy with a raised 4x4 who had dual stacks. Every time he accelerated, smoke would billow out and engulf my truck. Mrs Doc kept tellng me to roll up the windows and turn on the A/C.
Over three hundred trucks paraded through the countryside, holding up traffic and getting stares from all sorts of people. One old guy was trying to get to his mailbox and all the trucks just kept on driving by. I will never forget the look on that old mans face as his head wobbled back and forth.
We passed a bicyclist, who was riding with traffic in our lane. The road was narrow, so we had to slow for opposing traffic and when we got around the guy on the bike, I noticed many of the trucks pouring it on spitting out black smoke on the poor bugger.
When we passed through the town of Chelsea, that guy with the dual stacks, in front of me, kept stopping and roaring away. The people in the town would trun and stare at the site.
Finally, we arrived at the proving grounds and the stacker guy, who happened to have mud tires, took off across the manicured lawn that they were using for parking, with sheets of sod flying and a dirt rooster tail that must have been twenty feet tall. Some of the sod landed on my truck and I was pissed. My wife was trying to calm me down because I was going to go beat the shot out of him.
I don't know who he is, but if I ever see him on the road again...
<font color=#000080><strong>Doc</strong> <font color=#996600>and the "Rambi Slayer"</font>
Secretary: Great Lakes TDR
<font color=#990033><strong>Ram Fast - Dream Hard</strong>
When we paraded to the DC proving grounds, I was behind a guy with a raised 4x4 who had dual stacks. Every time he accelerated, smoke would billow out and engulf my truck. Mrs Doc kept tellng me to roll up the windows and turn on the A/C.
Over three hundred trucks paraded through the countryside, holding up traffic and getting stares from all sorts of people. One old guy was trying to get to his mailbox and all the trucks just kept on driving by. I will never forget the look on that old mans face as his head wobbled back and forth.
We passed a bicyclist, who was riding with traffic in our lane. The road was narrow, so we had to slow for opposing traffic and when we got around the guy on the bike, I noticed many of the trucks pouring it on spitting out black smoke on the poor bugger.
When we passed through the town of Chelsea, that guy with the dual stacks, in front of me, kept stopping and roaring away. The people in the town would trun and stare at the site.
Finally, we arrived at the proving grounds and the stacker guy, who happened to have mud tires, took off across the manicured lawn that they were using for parking, with sheets of sod flying and a dirt rooster tail that must have been twenty feet tall. Some of the sod landed on my truck and I was pissed. My wife was trying to calm me down because I was going to go beat the shot out of him.
I don't know who he is, but if I ever see him on the road again...
<font color=#000080><strong>Doc</strong> <font color=#996600>and the "Rambi Slayer"</font>
Secretary: Great Lakes TDR
<font color=#990033><strong>Ram Fast - Dream Hard</strong>