went offroading this weekend for the 2 year memorial of the CA 200 Accident. Not a bad trip, made some new friends and hung out with old ones. got out there late friday night, just got home like 30 minutes ago and am too wired on redbull to sleep.
the plan was to meet up with some friends in their built/caged bronco at 8 PM, but i got a call at 7:45 that their trans was toast and the thing refused to move forward. i ended up getting out there friday night around 11 PM to find that my dust light (rear-facing amber warning light) wasn't working. i thought it was a lose wire, and after turning on the switch i hit the light with my fist to jiggle it. i got shocked, and felt it from head to toe. fuck that. there was a meteor shower friday night and i SWEAR i saw a UFO. fuck that too.
Saturday started with 4 hours of sleep and a morning run to go see some indian drawings in some cave or something. a 20ish mile round trip turned into a 4 hour adventure on power line roads blasting music with the windows down at freeway speeds. after lunch, hanging around different camps we see some dark clouds blowing in. after watching the lightening and the delay between the thunder claps getting smaller, it started DUMPING. i cruised down with a buddy in his 4x4 tacoma and had some fun on the lake bed, tokyo drift style. that led to an impromptu wet t-shirt contest, and i am happy to say everyone was a winner because titties.
there was an infiniti commercial being filmed on the lake bed before the rain started, and as soon as the first drops fell they packed up their shit and scattered like ****roaches when the light gets turned on. it was pretty cool to see a flat black porsche cayenne with a camera boom on top haul ass behind an infiniti drifting across the hard pack.