Tim dropped me and boys off at like 9:30 so I know he got in later. We were both exhausted.
So, the high points of the trip were:
- Mogwai's amazing smoked meatness. It was just insanely delicious.
- Time with the kids
- Time with my dad
- Good times with everyone.
Unfortunately, for me, the trip ended, well.... rather badly. It could have ended up much worse, all human's escaped unscathed, but the cruiser doesn't have a straight panel on it.
Pismo 2016 - End Of The 60 by Frank Falcone
The beginning:
The end.
How it happened:
My dad and I went night wheeling. The boys were asleep at camp with one of the other mothers there. Typically I follow Phulcrum who has amazing lights that wrap around his roof rack. I didn't realize how much I rely on other truck's lights. The cruiser's 31 year old roundies don't illuminate very well. Anyway, we met up with another cruiser, I was in the middle of the pack where I always run because it's generally safer and I can use the trucks ahead and behind to light the way. Well, the order got changed up, I was in the middle but Tim was in the back of the pack. The lead truck came over a rise that was up against a fence to the left that leaned to the right. He was in a super charged 80 series, though I didn't realize that. He yelled over the CB to "Cut left, Cut left". So, I did, I punched it and cut left to hold my line. Well my old engine started to bog and I struggled to hold my line . The lead truck made it look easy and quickly got ahead of me so there went the light. What I couldn't see very well was a very vertical drop off to the right into which I started sliding. I felt the truck tipping, I cranked the wheel to lock left, kept it floored so hard I think bent the pedal but she slid more and got very side ways. I was trying to get the back end to swing around which would have at just left me stuck where I could get winched. She got really sideways, I backed off power and hoped that she'd lodge in the sand, but instead starts to slowly slide then tip. Dad and I just hunkered down and rolled a few times. It was a slow roll so we knew what we were in for. Each hit we were like "ooo, oh.. .ahh..." not because we were hurt but for the truck. We crawled out and surveyed the scene. All tires were flat, no panels were left unscathed. Anyway, we got back to camp around 3AM. I was on the verge of tears most of yesterday. I put so much into that truck.
In hindsight, short of just not going that way at all, cutting right would have left me stuck at the bottom of a bowl but on my wheels. But, alas I had one shot at this and I cut left. Oh well, time to move on.
Now I have to figure out what to do with it. It's parked at my father in law's place in Solvang for the time being. It runs fine but the body is trashed. I don't have space or a use for a trail only truck so I will probably try to sell it outright or part it out to fund its replacement.
See you all at the next meeting!
Frank