...p.s. Locking up mud tires on dry pavement makes quite the impressive sound!
Yes it does!
Like smell, some memories are ingrained forever. I can still clearly see and hear the three '72 Broncos spinning off on three different tangents on White Rock Road outside of Sacramento. Careening around on their complaining mud tires being asked to brake and steer when the Broncos really didn't want to. All three with their Armstrong Trutracs smoking and squealing/woofing/howling as if their lives depended on it.
Brings a smile to my face every time I think of it.
It was a late Friday afternoon, beginning of 4th of July weekend, 1976. On our way to the Rubicon for the weekend, we were bypassing around Sacramento traffic on what were at that time back roads (Grant Line to White Rock to Folsom?) and missed our little exit going about 45 mph or so. Tail end Charley (my buddy Tim & me) shouted out on the CB that we'd just missed the turn!
Result? Three sideways EB's belting out that wild mud tire howl, followed by five guys laughing their asses off!
Good times (because nobody rolled or tested their recovery skills that night).
Where was GoPro when we needed them?;D
Paul
