That's chuck and myself righting a rolled buggy at the end of the patriot exit. the buggy was driven by Dana from The Bronco Hut. I personally gave him about a 60 percent chance of making it to the top.
Dana stopped at the bottom, sucked both front and rear axles down and went for the top. His engine sounded like it belonged in a nascar race vehicle, but all that did was give him more momentum for the roll, lol. He went over backwards, then spun on his tail and ended up flopping on the passenger side with a barrel roll to his lid, his wife was very calm about the whole thing watching from the sideline--mine would not have been so composed.
Chuck came in for the rescue with the first winch, but we couldn't get him turned back to the trail. I came in with the second winch, and we got him spun around and backed down safely.
The bronco was pretty battered and had an engine full of oil, we loaned him some tools to get the spark plugs out, and some oil to put back in the motor. After him grumbling something about having to put quaker state oil in with his royal purple, he got it fired back up and we winched him to the top.
That was almost more fun that battering my own rig.
The rest of the day was awesome, the temperature was mild compared to last time I was out. There was the usual brokedown rigs trying to get off the trail, with us pushing past to make it further to our own doom. Things turned out well though, Chuck re-shaped his passenger front fender, and lost his driver side maker light--Mike re-located his passenger side rock slider--and I also smacked my passenger side rock slider into the cab on the same rock and accquired a nice gash in my right rear tire.(I'm really hoping it still holds air) I think all of us had some grinding of hard parts underneath and rock rash to show for it--but we were some of the only rigs to roll out on our own that day. Ahhhh, that was fun!!!