My RCQ Weekend.

[Buffalo Phil]

OH and if you run 35" KM2s, they are in fact 37" Crawlers, you just don't know it. I think zullo got asked if he had 37" Crawlers on his rig like 3 times this weekend.

[Zullock Holmes]

i was asked 3 times if those were 37 crawlers, and just about as many asking dude, do u have any lift on this thing.

[Lawn Guyland]

hahahhahaha awesome thread.

seeing duct tape fly off of zullo's jeep had me worried....i was waiting for you guys to pull over at any second...im glad you guys got home okay though

and yes, no more jack

[CumminsJeep]

Nice dudes looked like an epic adventure. Wish I coulda been there

[tomatoboy]

glad to see everyone had fun

[Buffalo Phil]

hahahhahaha awesome thread.

seeing duct tape fly off of zullo's jeep had me worried....i was waiting for you guys to pull over at any second...im glad you guys got home okay though

and yes, no more jack

Yeah, we heard a rather loud RRRRRRIIIIIIIIPPPPP one time and Zullo was like 'Call them, I think my duck tape just flew away'.

[Lawn Guyland]

i called will and was like uhh...zullos jeep is throwing duct tape at me...

just as i said that a huge chunk ripped off and flew under will's jeep then the subie

[Customjob]

So to put it kindly, RJ got cranky and went to bed, so Zullo and I sat out in the Comfort Inn Parking Lot, sitting on a tool box and a cooler drinking Jack Daniel's and we shot the shit about everything involving offroad motorsports. Eventually RJ joined us in a chipper mood after a few hours of sleep and brought with him a chair from the lobby to park his ass and we all had a grand ol' time. Well, I blatantly over-served myself that night and took RJ's chair because I had the most terrible stomach ache. Needless to say sitting in a normal chair did not ease the pain of my terrible cramps and pains. Well, I sat there anyway, writhing in pain, when someone asked Zullo if I was OK, someone who I never met was genuinely worried about my health, and right as Zullo said I was fine, I proceeded to vacate my stomach of everything I ate and drank that night. I gave everyone a big THUMBSUP to signal that I was in fact OK and proceeded to regurgitate some more in what Zullo would call a projectile fashion. I felt pretty bad after that, not physically but mentally, so in my completely drunken state of mind, I got rather pissed at myself and grabbed the Shovel off Heavy Metal and 'attempted' to clean my former dinner up from the parking lot. My efforts where in vain though, as a shovel isn't a great tool for cleaning up puke in a parking lot. Zullo did let me know the importance of chewing my food as he studied my puke and said I simply DON'T chew my food.

Well, for the next hour I sat in the grass and threw up some more, completely regretting drinking that much and it bothered me the rest of the night, but looking back at it now, I guess it wasn't so bad. I guess I just felt really bad about puking in the parking lot in front of everyone while sitting in a chair from the lobby. Oh well. Shit happens I guess.

many a night like this has convinced me to get this

[Burton58]

best reminder to stop drinking ever

[wannabejeep]

You guys run into my friend Eric and his pink machine?

[Magilla]

You guys run into my friend Eric and his pink machine?

yes he was parked right next to me thursday night

[Kyle]

It was epic nonetheless, but all good things must eventually come to an end, so the RCQ ended with a blaze of Glory and Geoff getting told by Dave Cole himself that Lucas Murphy DID NOT IN FACT drive the Lucas Oil Rig and I got word that my wagoneer wasn't ready to be picked up because it still ran like complete shit - aka stalling when the skinny pedal was pushed. So I went to Zullo and said we need to get extremely stupid fucking drunk and well...we did.

So to put it kindly, RJ got cranky and went to bed, so Zullo and I sat out in the Comfort Inn Parking Lot, sitting on a tool box and a cooler drinking Jack Daniel's and we shot the shit about everything involving offroad motorsports. Eventually RJ joined us in a chipper mood after a few hours of sleep and brought with him a chair from the lobby to park his ass and we all had a grand ol' time. Well, I blatantly over-served myself that night and took RJ's chair because I had the most terrible stomach ache. Needless to say sitting in a normal chair did not ease the pain of my terrible cramps and pains. Well, I sat there anyway, writhing in pain, when someone asked Zullo if I was OK, someone who I never met was genuinely worried about my health, and right as Zullo said I was fine, I proceeded to vacate my stomach of everything I ate and drank that night. I gave everyone a big THUMBSUP to signal that I was in fact OK and proceeded to regurgitate some more in what Zullo would call a projectile fashion. I felt pretty bad after that, not physically but mentally, so in my completely drunken state of mind, I got rather pissed at myself and grabbed the Shovel off Heavy Metal and 'attempted' to clean my former dinner up from the parking lot. My efforts where in vain though, as a shovel isn't a great tool for cleaning up puke in a parking lot. Zullo did let me know the importance of chewing my food as he studied my puke and said I simply DON'T chew my food.

But Zullo and I had a pretty wild ride home. His steering was on the verge of collapsing into a black hole, He blew the shock on the front driver side and the shock on the front passenger wasn't even connected to the axle because the Bar Pin had EXPLODED and became a vapor sometime that day, his leafs where fucked, we rode on the bump stops all the way home and my seat was stained in Iced Tea from the Thursday Night drive up all while we were on the verge of having the driveshaft leave the jeep if we reached a point of excessive vibration.

So all in all, it was a great weekend. Hope you guys had an epic one as well.

In the end just Remember: Ketchup is the King of Condiments, Amber For Speed, The better your gussets and notches in the tube the better duck tape will hold your chassis together, 'This is No Good', the British Bombed Pearl Harbor, and NEVER mix Jack Daniel's and High C fruit punch after drinking the Jack straight previously.

Phil, Although your entire post was EPIC through and through in reading these specific paragraphs that i have chose here i could not help myself but to laugh harder then i have in a very long time. I wish i could have been around so many more SIS events in the past to witness some of the realness but this by far has to be the icing on the cake right here. You sir of a man of many words, words which you know how to use very well. I wish i could have been there and i hope to see you and the gang at some point in the near future.

Now i will continue to as i begin to go cook some hamburgers on the grille and have a beer.

[Buffalo Phil]

Thanks Kyle, hope you make your way south soon and see the silly fuckin lot of us.

[Magilla]

What about the 81 shortcut?

[Quartney]

kyle. sunday. be there.