On Friday, my wife had to work late so I took the Argo back to the dry lakebed... There was a group of people there with an old Ford mini-monster truck, covered top to bottom with mud. They were parked around the puddle they were playing in, which I proceeded to infiltrate in pure amphibious style
(The following must be read in the movie annoucer's voice... aloud or in your head... your choice.)
In a world of hum-drum office life... a primal scream could be heard throughout the desert.
It was the remaining water from the last rainfall, a deep mudpuddle leading to a drainage ditch.
I slowly creeped toward the mud, eyeing the area before I took the plunge.
All eyes were on me, in that "what the freak is that" kinda way...
I dipped one tire in, then the other side... soon I was completely immersed in the brown, silty sludge bath.
As I turned on the power, the motor growled like the stomach of a hungry mountain-man. The tires spun, clawing and scooping the mud and water. The ferocious beast was on the prowl. The eyes of the on-lookers grew wider and wider as I crossed the obsacle with ease and prowess.
Then I reached the edge, digging and clawing my way out of the pit. I drove to the group that was now flagging me down, asking, "do you have any idea how deep that was?"
"No," I said. "How deep was it?"
Just then a man stood up, showing his body covered in mud up to his colar bone.
I just smiled, thinking... "yeah baby... that's what I'M talkin about!"
Argo Frontier... the answer to the call of the wild.
(ok.. I went too far.. I know. ) LOL
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if it don't float with out you getting wet . don't bring it ! 
R.I.P sage rogers 4 11 09 .
Show em how its done . 
