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retep88
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This past weekend my aunt had a family get together at her house. My dad, my fiance, my older brother and I went in one vehicle. My little brother and my mom went in my little brother's 88 ranger.
We were running late because everyone slept in that morning, but my vehicle got to my aunts at 1 and lunch was 12:30 so weren't too late. About twenty minutes later and my little brother still isn't to my aunts. The little kids are starting to complain about being hungry. I call my mom to find out where she is and she says they are on the road that leads to my aunts house.
My aunt lives on a gravel country road at the top of a long hill. It had snowed recently and the hill was covered in ice. To make it up the hill you need to get a decent amount of speed, but nothing scary.
Not even five minutes after I hang up the phone with my mom, she calls me back. I am just joking around and ask "are you in the ditch?" She says yes and I collapse because I am laughing so hard. My mom gets pissed and hangs up on me. My brother had sped up to 45 to get up the hill, hit a patch of ice and spun out.
My cousin has a jeep cherokee, so we throw a tow rope in the back and go to pull them out. We get about half way down the hill and find the ranger in the ditch at the bottom. My brother had managed to back the ranger into the ditch so it looked like he was trying to drive up the side of the ditch. The side of the hill was at a 70 degree angle so that when you where sitting in the truck it felt like you where laying down. The truck was resting on it's rear bumper at the bottom with the front tires just off the edge of the road.
It didn't take long before we decide that my cousins jeep isn't going to be enough to get the truck out, especially since the road was covered in ice. My cousin takes my mom back to the house and leaves me with my brother and the truck.
I wanted to see how stuck the truck really was so I climbed inside, put it in four low, turned the truck on and gunned it. It tries to pull it self out, but it just starts slipping in the muddy snow. I try a couple more times putting gravel and sticks to get more traction, but I don't want to run the engine to much, I was afraid of starving the engine for oil, so I give up.
After a while my cousin come back down in his jeep and drops off a bag of salt before slipping down the rest of the hill. A little bit later my uncle comes down the hill with his garden tractor, my brother and three more cousins. In total, we had every male cousin and my uncle out there trying to pull out my brothers truck.
we hooked up the tractor and I hop into the truck and we manage to get the truck out. Fortunately for my brother, there was a quarter inch skid plate protecting the gas tank otherwise he would have put a 3 inch diameter tree trunk in to his tank. Other than my brothers pride, there didn't seem to be any damage, but we gave him a hard time the rest of the day.
Sorry I didn't get any pictures, I forgot my camera in the house when we went to pull my brother out. It's still a good story regardless.
We were running late because everyone slept in that morning, but my vehicle got to my aunts at 1 and lunch was 12:30 so weren't too late. About twenty minutes later and my little brother still isn't to my aunts. The little kids are starting to complain about being hungry. I call my mom to find out where she is and she says they are on the road that leads to my aunts house.
My aunt lives on a gravel country road at the top of a long hill. It had snowed recently and the hill was covered in ice. To make it up the hill you need to get a decent amount of speed, but nothing scary.
Not even five minutes after I hang up the phone with my mom, she calls me back. I am just joking around and ask "are you in the ditch?" She says yes and I collapse because I am laughing so hard. My mom gets pissed and hangs up on me. My brother had sped up to 45 to get up the hill, hit a patch of ice and spun out.
My cousin has a jeep cherokee, so we throw a tow rope in the back and go to pull them out. We get about half way down the hill and find the ranger in the ditch at the bottom. My brother had managed to back the ranger into the ditch so it looked like he was trying to drive up the side of the ditch. The side of the hill was at a 70 degree angle so that when you where sitting in the truck it felt like you where laying down. The truck was resting on it's rear bumper at the bottom with the front tires just off the edge of the road.
It didn't take long before we decide that my cousins jeep isn't going to be enough to get the truck out, especially since the road was covered in ice. My cousin takes my mom back to the house and leaves me with my brother and the truck.
I wanted to see how stuck the truck really was so I climbed inside, put it in four low, turned the truck on and gunned it. It tries to pull it self out, but it just starts slipping in the muddy snow. I try a couple more times putting gravel and sticks to get more traction, but I don't want to run the engine to much, I was afraid of starving the engine for oil, so I give up.
After a while my cousin come back down in his jeep and drops off a bag of salt before slipping down the rest of the hill. A little bit later my uncle comes down the hill with his garden tractor, my brother and three more cousins. In total, we had every male cousin and my uncle out there trying to pull out my brothers truck.
we hooked up the tractor and I hop into the truck and we manage to get the truck out. Fortunately for my brother, there was a quarter inch skid plate protecting the gas tank otherwise he would have put a 3 inch diameter tree trunk in to his tank. Other than my brothers pride, there didn't seem to be any damage, but we gave him a hard time the rest of the day.
Sorry I didn't get any pictures, I forgot my camera in the house when we went to pull my brother out. It's still a good story regardless.
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