So I've been wanting to make the k trail trip and after reading this I cant help but think about the other side of this story...lol
Two local high school boys get home on a saturday night and tell their pops about their late night k trail adventure. So here we are pop, cruising the backroads in our big jacked up 4x4 CHEVY pickup with the redneck-esque stickers covering the back glass when all of a sudden we wonder upon these city folk from Denton, Tx with their fancy rims and tires on them fancy Toyota 4 runners they got. Now being the nice hillbilly gentleman that we are we stopped to ask them if they needed some help fixin them there fancy yota’s but they was 3 of them and only 2 of us so we was cautious about getting out of our chevy. Next thing we know they refused our offer of help so we head down the trail to realize we went the wrong way, we innocently turn around and head back, we hit a huge bump in the trail and it dumps our load of firewood in the middle of the trail, then our truck backfires cause that holley 4 barrel carb has been acting up lately and it shot sparks straight out them cherry bombs and lit a fire in the middle of the trail, but of course we didn’t notice this cause we was just tryin to get home in time for our curfew. As we drive back by these Texas boys they bust out some full auto Rambo lookin .50 cals and start unloading on us, all we had was our 12 ga hangin on the gun rack so we left and came straight home.
Hope yall enjoyed “the other side of the story” roflmao