Sometimes owning a pickup truck means you get hit with that feeling. That itch you’ve got to scratch. That deep, gravelly Sam Elliot voice in your head that says “hold my beer. And get the hell out of my way.”
Any time somebody needs to get “a running start” to attempt some kind of automotive feat you know you’re in for a good show, regardless of how it turns out for the person who’s actually driving. And you’ve got to love a regular-ass work truck getting senselessly flogged. It’s truly the great American pastime.
And hey that was a pretty solid climb on what look like stock road tires! Steve, who sent this to me, says the hill is called “Widowmaker” because of course it is.