Well, it all started when this kid pulls up in our wheelin spot and says "bet ya can't catch me" . He was in that little Ford , I had the Zuk . Needless to say, I bent the front axle housing chasing that little *((&*^&(** around the woods . The Zuk when it hit the jumps and berms just went airborne , the stupid little Ford actually made out better until the lower radiator support gave up . We wired it back into place and decided it was my turn to drive it . A buddy climbed in , complete with a helmet and a grin , then off we went . The second jump broke the repaired radiator again , so another wire job and 1/2 roll of duct tape we were back in business . It was simple , the front end had all the weight . So , to prove the theory we tried one of the jumps in reverse . The dumb thing landed perfect and only bounced twice . A quick stab of the brakes and mash the go pedal with the wheels cut hard you can dig 180* pretty fast . The third trip over the jump was a bit too much , I think I hit it at over 30mph . The rear bumper dug in bad , my seat back broke off and my shotgun partner put a huge dent in the roof with that helmet . Bounced it off two trees and ended up in the creek on it's side . We laughed so hard we just left the car there for awhile and decided enough was enough . Dumb thing will still start right up , we gotta wire up the radiator again before the next outing , maybe some weekend soon . My neck still hurts , it is so hard to look out the back window while dodging trees and trying to line it up for the jump , then snapping yourself around straight ahead and waiting for the impending impact ....that really is the strangest feeling flying backwards....
Sarge