Hammer Time

The Dynamic Duo, Adam and Bryce, headed to the Meijer Store for supplies.  Antifreeze  for my camper and new windshield wipers for the "Sake-Sake" (a little Mitsubishi mini truck) were tops on our shopping list yesterday, before the big storm set in--predicted to be a real doozie.    That's generally how all their shenanigans start, just the turn of a key followed by a turbo kicking in.   As they were unloading their cart in the parking lot, Bryce noticed an orphaned case of beer in the bottom of an abandoned cart.  Miller Light, his favorite.

Thinking that someone forgot their empties, he went over to investigate. A sinister grin spread across Bryce's face when it dawned on him that The Beer Gods were shining down...it was a FULL CASE left behind by some poor, sorry son of a gun. Holy Hangover, Batman!  Bryce looked to the left and to the right. He assessed the risks, took a deep breath, and looked for possible witnesses.  He weighed his conscience --and the devil won.  He shot Adam a crafty look, snagged the booty, and Adam, ever intuitive in all things suspect, swung open the tailgate for the the score...professional partners in crime. 

TO THE BAT CAVE, IT'S HAMMER TIME.   

With such a great day going and luck on their side, Adam shot Bryce "the look".  It was time to check out Sake-Sake's 660cc, 4 speed, 4 wheel drive camo capabilites in the deep, snow covered fields.   He reasoned that a little drift busting would break her in right.  Sake has a ladder rack and fold down sides on the bed.  She's a real work horse despite her puny 1/3 ton rating and she is one of the slickest toys we have on the farm.  Adam thought the time was right to "pop her cherry."

A virgin field was selected as a prime testing ground--where all the maneuvers and (hopefully) aerial acrobatic feats that are borne from power shifting, speed, neutral drops, and testosterone  could be explored.  The snow had to be deep, the terrain had to offer opportunities to "catch air" and a deep water hole were basic needs.  This spot was "Golden".  Now the bets were placed.

Beating (I mean driving) new toys is a given around here.  Sake-Sake's steering wheel is opposite American vehicles.  You sit on the "passenger" side yet still shift in the middle, using your opposite hand.  Adam put the pedal to the medal and ripped down the road to the chosen field.  He rounded a corner on two wheels just in time to see a Mundy Township cop sitting at the end of the road, slurping on a cold latte and downing the last of a pink donut.  After crapping themselves, our Dynamic Duo regained their composure and parked at the end of a road, pretending to be hunters.  They got out of the truck and walked into the woods and "hid" until early signs of hypothermia began to set in.  Thankfully, the officer left after a little bit so the real games could begin!  Another bullet dodged.

Five minutes behind the wheel, and Adam had "the truck you can't get stuck" buried up the axles. He rocked it back and forth, cussed it out, blamed Bryce, until it finally dawned on him that Sake-Sake was da winna.  Not expecting this, and wearing only light clothing to go grocery shopping in, they both had to jump ship and walk back to the farm through the wet snow, in street shoes, to grab a tractor and a bunch of chains.  They would show her who's boss.   Little Sake came out easy, but not before both guys froze their petooties off.