Rocksalt
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Clinically, you are spot on. I think it’s those moments when we are vulnerable that true bonds are made, regardless of the impractical issues that people argue about. Example: I’m taking a shower when a thief decides that would be a great time to break in my house. Rounding the corner of my kitchen, buck naked, two hands on the weapon, I see my dog with the biggest grin on her face. Broken pain of glass on the door, door unlocked, a little bit of blood on the floor, and drips on the patio. True bonding moment with my best friend!
Case in point, Jeepen with my bro’s, behind the leader/trail guide, he says this is one at a time and wait for his signal over the CB. Can’t see where he’s gone. Get the signal. Down into a creek and up the other side, climbing to a ridge and down. Two trails, both bad. Go left. My passenger, his 13 year old son, my dog, and me all utter “shit” at the same time. Headed down into a pit, very steep and long climb out the other side. Turn the front locker on, shift the auto to 2nd, over the radio, the guide says “you were supposed to go right”. No tracks out the other side today. Punch it and in we go. Mud flying, out of the pit we come, slowly. Working the steering; chunks of clay the size of hands and feet shooting out of the wheel wells, raining down on the hood and top. Inch by inch we move forward. Up we go. Back onto the main trail we claw. Breathe now. A little laugh. A few high fives. Trail guide laughing and shaking his head. Sounds of metal expansion, pings and tinks, steam rising from the freshly baked clay on the Jeep. All the work on the Jeep and the build succeeded. I love this Jeep! Till death do us part!
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