Once again, I joined Bob "The Grayfox" Micklick and a group of his jeep friends on a ride northeast of Queen Valley. Bob and I have this gentlemen's agreement whereby I pay for the gas and he keeps me alive during the ride. If I die in a fiery crash or am crushed and mangled beyond recognition, I get a complete refund. He even promises to mail the check the same day!
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An "Oops" moment |
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Wench to the rescue |
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Panoramic view at the end of Hardt Tank |
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