the silver toy that ripped the studs off his front 1/2 axel and twisted his driveshaft off like a piece if taffy was coming down daniel "bypass" while me and my crew were going up. i went up to the right of the small island and went on up to the top. i walked back down to try to help him get turned around. when i walked up, his face was bloodshot, and i could already smell the alcohol from bout' 10 ft away. he wanted to follow us out so i was like sure, but he wanted to go up the same line i had taken, and i really didn;t want to say no,so i spotted him, but it was no use, he couldn;t see straight much less navagate the harder daniel line, so he nailed the small group of rocks to the right of the island, and started bouncing, we all yelled to let out of it, but he stayed in it. there was one loud pop and the motor revved like a vtech 4 banger till his intoxicated mind let him realize that he had no driveline. he then proceded to roll down the hill and get wedged sideways on daniel. so his drunk self and his lady got out of the truck, and tried to stand up. we helped him get to back to the bottom and tried to tell him what he should do, but he wanted to winch up to the top on the bypass by using his winch and no tree saver!!! so we let him be, and went on our way, i felt bad, but he didn;t really want to get help the correct way, and so i wasn;t going to try to force him.
wheelin 101: keep the alcohol at the campsite, and also wheel with buddies, not alone!!!