If you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it one too many times! The infamous broken axle!
The later it gets in the afternoon, the more you throw caution to the wind. Instead of backing up and trying another line, you throw your empty soda can in the back seat and stand on the gas.
Just about the same time your sleeping bag and camping gear is launched out of the vehicle, the peaceful mountain air is filled with sounds of tires screeching over granite, floating valves, and one loud bang.
You look over at your buddy sitting next to you. He yells, “Shut er’ down Ethel, she’s suckin’ mud”. You yell back, “Looks like a good place to camp!”