Well I was 16 years old (only 20 now LoL) my first truck was a 93 Ext. Cab Toyota Pickup. WEAK!
4cyl Auto. At the time it has a set of 30" mudders on it that only had *maybe* 20% tread left.
Well some friends talked me into breaking the #1 rule of four wheeling one night. NEVER under ANY circumstances go four-wheeling alone! They were building a new park on the edge of our town and everybody wanted to go mudding out there, and I had the only 4x4. So we pile in and head out. At first things were going great slide'n here and there, and having fun. Then I saw a area that looked kinda soupy in a straight stretch that I wanted to try. Well my friends told me not to but I did anyways cause it looked like it was just soupy on the top....you know just some mud to throw on the truck. Well I went for it and was tooling along and all of sudden when were just about out WHAM! uh-uh not budge'n!
Try as I might she didn't budge and just dug herself deeper the harder I tried. 4 people with 4 cell phones couldn't find but one person to try and come to my rescue. He came out in a 99(I think) Dodge 1500 with some 245 or 265 mudders. Listen to the wrong person backing up to me and high centered his rear diff!
So this was about 11pm and I was running outta options. To make a long story short the law showed up, I had to call my parents, and I was *supposed to have picked up my g/f of the time @ 10PM at her work but couldn't get through to her house cause her stupid sister was on the phone. The next day when we got there my buddies Dodge was gone, my truck was all by its lonesome, and we managed to get a friend of my dad's with a wrecker to pull it out. When we asked what we owed him he just looked at me and said "did you learn anything son?" I told him "yes, NEVER go four wheeling alone" they both laughed and that was the end of it. After a couple of days in the dog house with the g/f.