As you are feasting on a wonderful meal this Thanksgiving, imagine if you
will, you are only two inches tall traversing the Mini-Turkey Rubicon.
As you winch yourself over the Mashed potatoes, you eye up a deep gravy
crossing, thankful for the new bendable straw snorkel, you ford through the
gravy with no problem, even the lumps are no match for your 0.33 Mud
tires. Soon you see Turkey Back, one of the most difficult parts, crawling
over the drumstick you carefully avoid the giblets (although you may go back
later.) Now all that money in gears and lockers are worth it. Over the
breast you climb all the way to the wishbone! You made it! but going back is
even tougher. You choose and alternate route taking the wing for an
off camber thrill. As you find yourself stuck in the stuffing, you pull out
your trusty winch cable and bring yourself to the edge of the green been
casserole. Remembering to tread lightly, you barely disturb the lush green
vegetation pleasing the surrounding tree huggers. Finding your way across
the table, you climb the rock pile of buns, you occasionally loose traction
on the butter spills left behind by the carnage of less
prepared and less skilled drivers. Suddenly snap! you too join the list of
broken axles.Fortunately you find a toothpick and get yourself rolling again.
find that Pumpkin Pie is now closed due to Bush land grabs so you head to
the RTI Spatula to flex your suspension. Then you decide to skip cranberry
hill and call it a day.
Now that you have read this, you will never look at a Thanksgiving Dinner
the same way again.
4.3, 700r4 Detroit's, Dana 44 & 60, soa, 37" mtr's