"Hey Ryan... how's the 4x4 doing? you fix that hub?"
Ryan: "WHERE ARE YOU STUCK NOW?"
"oh i'm by sierra college off this little trail stuck in a little creek."
It's 8 at night. I have school tomorrow. So of course I head out to help with the highboy.
First off I see the trail he got into. Starts with a big drop off the end of a dead end road into the trail. It's all mud. NO traction. I go down, and here's the trail. It's all wet, it had just rained, huge puddles everywhere, pretty narrow, lots of trees.
After a mile and a half of granny low creeping down the trail i find this

This is where I ask him WTF he was thinking. Whatever i hook up my strap to the front crossmember because my rear crossmember probably isn't strong enough because I just slipped two bolts in it for now because i'm doing a mustang tank swap.
I pull it right out.

Of course the jeep will not start, it is makign a horrible grinding noise. So I pull him, in reverse, in granny low, at midnight, a mile and a half through this muddy, rough, narrow trail 100% blindly watching someone behind my truck that i didn't know until this day. He was a good spotter luckily.
In conclusion. I don't understand that "Jeep thing". And I love my 4x4

