I was making our Weekend Whopper Newsletter this morning and I came across an older picture of our friend, Steve's, Rear Stinger and Tire Carrier.
What makes these memories so fond? Was it the great area to wheel and camp in- Scrubgrass? Or was it the fun of trying to keep a this 16 on it's rim? After all we did get to find out the difference between ether and brake cleaner when it comes to getting that tire back on the rim... never mind the ear drums we may have sacrificed to for this education. Why is it so fun to know you came close to getting hurt but didn't? Hey, why are my ears ringing?