This is a pretty simple story of how I usually do things.
My name is Stephen and I have worked at FBG for about 4 years now. It’s been a lot of fun and it has supported my automotive addiction, and paid the bills. During this time I have had two Jeeps, a couple of cars and 4 trucks, my current daily driver is a 2WD Chevy Silverado that is bagged and lays frame on 22′s. Needless to say with the Utah winter approaching I needed a 4 wheel drive vehicle I could drive in the snow. In the shop, Bill had a 1999 Toyota Tacoma TRD edition with the TRD supercharger that needed to be finished, so I immediately started bugging him every second of the day to sell it to me so I had a winter whip. After a little time Bill got sick of me asking and agreed to the transaction, money was exchanged and I quickly started putting my new money pit back together. I ordered a Trail-Gear off-road front bumper, installed a 3 inch lift kit, and it was ready to go.
Finally one Thursday I ran to the DMV, registered the truck, called my insurance and put it on liability only (stupid, stupid, stupid!!!!!). I drove it home Friday night after work, spinning the tires every chance I got thanks to the supercharger and just really loving my new Toy. Saturday morning arrived and the local off-road clubs had organized a run up at Powder Mountain and I figured that since I had a four-wheel drive truck again that I intended to use for offroading, I had better attend the event. Well nobody likes to ride alone including myself so I called up our trusty mechanic Aaron whom I usually include in all my horrible plans, and my cousin Briggette who was visiting from Montana, explained how much fun it would be and told them to meet me at the Village Inn on 12th street with the rest of the club.
It started out as a normal morning, met with the Clubs, flew up Ogden canyon, tortured my cousin with awful music, then reached our destination. After a quick clean up around the parking lot we were on our way and off the roads!! We zigged and zagged across the mountain then came to the first steep hill. Halfway up the hill we notice we had a small problem, 4WD quit working and we were stuck on the hill blocking the way. Big Sarge came to the rescue in his wife’s Jeep Rubicon (sorry Sarge, Nancy made me put that) giving us a tow up the hill. Instead of stopping at the top of the hill and figuring out what was wrong I went against my better judgment and pushed on. After sliding down a few steep hills we came to a small water crossing that turned into a bit of an off camber situation while climbing out of the other side. Again, we were stuck and Sarge came to the rescue out of the kindness of his heart. Sarge backed up as close as he could and I jumped out of the truck to wade through the mud and hook up our tow strap, while Aaron climbed over to the driver’s seat to pilot the stuck truck out of the mud safely. Due to the off camber situation and where we were stuck being right on a corner we had to pull while turning slightly left. Well we pulled, the Tacoma was coming up over the crest of the hill, and that’s when it went bad, the left rear tire sank into a hidden hole and I watched as the truck I just bought, my cousin in the back seat and my very good friend Aaron rolled over not once but twice before coming to a rather violent stop in some trees. Talk about terrifying, it all happened in slow motion yet incredibly quickly at the same time. As soon as it came to a stop Aaron bailed out of the truck (I’m pretty sure he just jumped out of the window) and looked back in to make sure Briggette was ok. She climbed out of the tiny back window and “I’m fine! I’m from Montana!!!”, but Aaron was bleeding and sore.
Before the rollover was even finished I could see members of Big Horn 4X4 Club and the Wasatch Outlaw Wheelers running down the trail to check on everybody. Once they discovered no one was seriously injured, they sprang into action! Sarge jumped out of the Jeep and was getting out his first aid kit to get Aaron cleaned up, Fred Westra (FBG mechanic, club member and personal friend) was pulling up in is built Explorer, strategically placing himself on the side of the mountain, Bru was pulling up in front of me up the trail, and Joel German was helping organize the recovery. They ran a winch from the back of Bru’s wicked little Toyota pick up to my front bumper. Fred’s winch came across the trail down the mountain and Joel Hooked it around the frame to prevent any more rollover’s, and I was in the driver’s seat of the tacoma turning the wheel when they said to, because obviously these guys are pro’s and know exactly what they are doing. It wasn’t long before they had me back on the trail and got my sorry butt on the road. We reached the parking lot thanks to Fred, kicked out the shattered windshield and drove it home.
Sounds like a bad day right? Wrong. I learned a lot that day, and gained some friends. I’m the butt of a few deserved jokes but I wouldn’t hesitate to go wheeling with them again! Aaron might not want to go with me though.