Off Roading Experience

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Growing up in a small community where the county fair every October was the biggest event in town all year, I thought I knew what it was to live in the middle of nowhere and making up outlandish ideas for fun. That was until I moved to good ole Newark, Ohio; where I would make the revelation that I indeed had no inclination about what people could come up with to be designated the term a good time, considering I had never heard of the hellacious event, Mud Fest. My fiancé has always been interested in big, lifted, and modified trucks, and I have grown to accept this; at times to my amazement, I enjoy going down rough terrain and muddy, deserted trails. So, when the day came that he asked me if I would like to go to an off roading event that …show more content…
I brought an extra pair of clothes, close-toed shoes, and adult beverages of my choice. All of my friends had been raving about what a good time it was going to be the whole week, so I was indeed excited at this point! We packed up the truck ready for this new adventure, and headed on our way. I knew we were getting way out, into what I would consider the boonies, when all the signs said county road, and there was no hint of life as far as the eye could see. Actually, I would not have known if there was life due to the fact that, all I could see were trees surrounding us in every direction. At this moment, we were convinced we had made a wrong turn, and we were indubitably lost; thinking we should just turn around, and the day was ruined. Just then, we passed a truck drenched from front to back, top to bottom, with mud. We gave each other a look of excitement and continued on our way; our fears shattered by the sighting of what had to be an attendee of this …show more content…
Little did I know, I was the one I needed to be worried about in those coming moments. The ride through the mud hole started simple enough; the driver slowly entered, ensuring that he could indeed make it through the deepest parts, and then the real ride began. Before I could catch my bearings, we were going full force into the mud, and bodies began flying in the back of that truck. Every bump hit sent someone into the air, either landing on another person, or almost falling out of the truck. The driver, who was safely secured by the cab of the truck, had clearly forgotten we were back there, completely exposed to the trials of this rough terrain. Not far along into the ride, I was ready to escape what was surely the vehicle that I would meet my demise in, and considered jumping out if I was not surrounded by yards of mud in every direction. Then, it happened; I was propelled into the air after hitting a rivet, and came slamming down onto the tailgate of the truck, my neck being the point of impact. I thought it was certainly broken; the pain ran through my spine, down to my toes. I was thoroughly annoyed when the pain had diminished to a sharp pain, just at the base of my head, where there was a prominent gash. Thankfully, the ride was soon over; I could place myself safely on the ground, no longer in

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