The Roadie wrote:Oh, Nick. Not even a hydration backpack? Nothing? A couple of lessons must have been learned, for sure. Glad nobody is permanently damaged. Are they?
LOL it was dumb on my part but in my defense we were only supposed to be gone 15 minutes and had asked if he my other friend with the bug would mind turning around to get water then head back out. But he kept telling me i could and just catch back up but not going to just leaave someone like that.
Here is the novel post I made on another site.
Woke up saturday with no plans and decided to go to start/finsh after the first Trophy Truck passed our camp. mobbed through main looking for my old shop teachers camp but couldnt find it. Friend in another bug says hey, i need to go to the first checkpoint to talk to a guy about a job. it was only at Mile Mark 7 so i say why not cant take too long right?? wrong!! Two and a half hours trying to follow off the course to CP 1 and we finally get there and by that time im ready to pass out. so when my "friend" is done talking to the guy we take off and get in a race back to camp next to the bombing range, going good pinned in fourth on a emi whooped road and all of a sudden the road narrows, we get close but then i come off a woop and bang my engine/ rear bumper on a mound of dirt and instantly stall. no spark so i check the coil and cant see anything wrong. "Friend" in orange bug trys pulling us but got stuck. Get him un stuck and try again. get another 1/4 mile and he almost gets stuck again. i tell him while he can to go get my brother who was using my dads truck that i thought had 4wd. Ends up being 2wd and gets atuck getting to us. my brother before getting stuck asked the guy in the orange bug to come back and just pull us until he couldnt anymore and he says //// that im not going back there. Keep in mind at this point me and my friend hadnt had any water or anything to drink in 4 hours. I decide i would take the risk and try and get the bug started, luckily i found the problem, a wire came loose on the coil. so we start it up and strap in, go to put the clutch in and snap. the pedal breaks where the cable attaches. so we wait and wait and wait. finally after trying to give Mikey directions, (now about 7-8 hours with no drink and suuuuper dehydrated cuz i sweat alot), for two hours i decide to call 911 and ask for gps coordinates. I get mikey the coordinates and go sit on the shaded side of the bug. by this time im so delirious that i keep hearing a turbo spool up and quit trying to find it. maybe 15 minute later i hear what i thought was a buggy engine and say its just my mind playing tricks on me, then I realize its mikey trying to find a ways into the wash we were in and me and the guy who rode with me ran up to find him. he finally finds us and we get some water then he gets us to hard pack where his friends push the bug in first gear to get it goiing and I drive back to camp in first gear with no clutch. get back to cmp and ask the "friend" who happens to be an EMT why the //// he didnt come back to atleast show someone where we were/ give us water and he says "because i was tired and didnt feel like it". i then look over at my brother cuz he finally made it back to camp also and say we are leaving tonight. he says good and the "friend" says but i asked for sunday off and im gonna be pissed if we dont stay longer. i say that i dont give a //// were leaving tonight wheter you like it or not. Clean up a little and me my real friends and brother leave the "friend" at camp and go to in-n-out. come back and he hasnt moved anything and actually pulled the stuff out we had put away, granted it wasnt much. pack up and leave around 9, and on top of that my coilover mounts bent, broke my fiberglass hood, found out my trailing arm bolts are somewhat backed out/bent. But learned a life long lesson.