The RedBull

The RedBull's up and running!! New muffler, battery, registration etc...Now that she's street legal, Jon was itching to take her out. So Thursday Jon took us out on the road looking for some mud. I spied a dirt road and off we went... We found this big open field hidden behind a ton of trees, with this sort of racetrack of sorts. Or maybe more like a playground for big-boys and their big-toys. Well, Jon drove us around and around this track, up a super steep hill, over a little plateau, down the other side where it becomes a muddy bog...and around and around and around.

It's about 2 miles around I guess, but when you're holding your breath and the seat and any handle you can find and your Hubs is driving like a maniac with a huge Smile across his face, it seems like a 1/2 mile instead! At one point, as we were flying through the mud, we started skidding sideways, my hand was going numb from holding on...and I swear I saw the ground coming up to meet my side window...Jon said we never tipped up on two wheels, but I swear we did and I almost peed myself!

So the next day, we went on a different trail. Jon's buddy from work took us out to this really great one. Oh the Mud!

We got pretty far back before we found the mud and when we did, Jon thought it was Christmas! The Men got out to scout out some really deep tracks in the road and I stayed in the car and Prayed. Jon's buddy went first, his truck is a little higher then ours, so he cleared it okay and the waves that he made were very impressive!

When it was our turn, Jon floored it and we rocketed ahead, right into the middle of this mess...

(It's a LOT deeper then it looks!)
Halfway through the mess a huge wave cascaded over us, I think I screamed (at least I did in my head) and the RedBull gave a shuddering gasp and died. Jon turned the wipers on, so we could see through the windshield and dang the smoke! We were stuck! (the wiring was really old and needed replacing..and ought not to have gotten wet) So Jon kept trying to start it and I kept praying...mostly that I wouldn't have to get out in the middle of the puddle! We sat there like that for a little bit until Jon's friend came hauling back around to see where we were. He and his Mighty Max pulled us up out of the mud and then He and Jon looked under the hood...and dang the mud! Everything was covered!

Eventually they wiped it off enough to start it up and the guy says "Alright you ready to keep going? The other ones are just a little deeper then this one..ready?!" Jon said "NO!!" (thank goodness, My heart and bladder couldn't take much more of that!)

And you would think that would be the end of it right? Wrong! Jon told his buddy to follow us back to the Trail by our house... Then it was on. The fun that guys can have in mud is just amazing! By the end of the day, Jon had Blown out the back of his new muffler and his buddy had almost rolled his Mighty Max... After he slammed back down on all four tires, he got out (I think he made the sign of the cross across his chest) and called it quits.