Just last week I made a split second decision to head out to the beach to do some tooling around.
Result? Stuckage...major stuckage, all my wheeling recovery equipment at home, no one around in sight, cell signal nil, way past where any sane person would be. It actually happened when I stopped to look around on foot; got back in and 'BRRP!', I went down instead of forward. I thought, "Beach, please, don't you know who I am? Shoot, I've been up and down you more times than I can remember, and I've never gotten stuck...I'll show you who's boss around here!!" Put it in 4-low, reverse, and gunned it. Now I had sand fountains front and rear. Tried forward 2nd gear, no go. OH CRAP AM I STUCK? ******? :Wow1:
Front skid was kissing the sand, lower a-arms were all up in the beaches business, and frame was about 1/2" from entering into unholy matrimony with the sand. Fark, major fark. No straps, no sand ladders, no shovel....Ah-HA! The plastic cover to the rear storage area should work! Every time I dug out a nice clean path for the tires, it would either get filled in by gravity, or the wind would blow it back in. Spent about an hour digging, got everything to point where it looked like I would make it out. Decided now would be a good time to test the testicular fortitude of my beads in the single digit PSI zone...but I didn't even have a friggin' tire gauge so I used a pen and just eyeballed it.
Thankfully, she popped right out. Was a looong ride back to the nearest service station with tires that low. Got many looks and points from passing motorists pointing to my tires...don't they know I was urban'wheeling?