Rock Crawling, Eco Freaks and The Good 'Ole Boys

Off-Road.com Covers the 2001 Moab Easter Jeep Safari

Apr. 15, 2001 By Fidel Gonzales
If it ain't broken. . .
Well, you know the story. But these guys from Gunnison, Col. knew when to give up. . . Before the snap crackle and pop of one's ego.
The road to Moab is riddled with more wise cracks than a smart guy knows what to do with. . . We've got Norm. And, he's here all week. If you're having a hard time figuring this one out, put a pinch between your cheek and gums and give that computer screen that knowing-nod you've come to know as that home away from home. Because that's where we are, crashed-out in a motor home with the snow seeping down on the ground. It slides down the windshield as constant as the shiver and shakes of a frozen Jeeper who's trying sleep through the cold night in a tent at the foot of the Proving Grounds. And that's proof enough that this is the frequented home of the hard-core - the Proving Grounds. It is a trail which is all that is good in rock crawling - the rugged memories we live. After 10 hours of snow-strewn highway, we've finally arrived, greeted by the sights of Unimogs, UAZs, Jeeps, heeps, a few Fords, some Snipers, some Chevys and two or more Toyotas thrown into the mix of monsters which traverse the trails of Moab. Norm seemed to have thought it a joke at first, but the joke was on him - perhaps even self-inflicted. And in some strange way, I'm to blame. The dilehma: "Where's my suitcase? Oh man, it's in the back of my truck! At the office."

From Tennesseeeeee to Texas
If you're thinking this is just another slice of Americana, you're right. But, these "Southern boys" is the pride of the south. We're sure you'll see more of them in Thursday's coverage, when they take ORC on a ride in Brad "The Wheelie King" Johnston's YJ, aptly named PUCKER.
Short version: He did a little shopping while I cruised the ORC Toyota to the nearest trail head, Fins And Things, where a mass of onlookers settled into to their six-packs as Nate Holm of St. Hellens, Ore. dug into the mechanics of his CJ's Dana 44 front end with the agony of a busted-up U-Joint before'em. "I'd been up it six or seven times before, and I figured I'd go up it one more time for the magazine guys," says Holm as he smacks on the faulty nuckle before the crowd and vertical wall that saw to his rig's demise. "It seems like some oil was laid-out on the trail and that was it. Here I am," he said as his partner added another smack to the rig for good measure. "The thing is, I don't have a spare axle, and I'll be three-wheeling it all week long." Some guys know when to quite. Others learn the hard way with a broken axle, cold wind blowing, sleet in their eyes and the sun setting on the cloudy horizon. Meanwhile, Ryan Taylor of Gunnison, Col. airs down his TJ. The first few bunny-hops and throttle stabs at the slick rock weren't anything less than a crowd pleaser, bunny hops, smoking rubber and a wheelie in for the hell of it.

Eco-Establishment
These are the freaks who were camped outside the Eco-commune, the Restorie Creamerie. This faction of Eco-Fascist are on the loose and seeking all you've got, including the right to enjoy the land that our forefathers fought, bought and paid for. Remember them when you dig deep into your pockets on April 15. They're the homeless Eco-Nazis you're likely to be supporting.
"How far do you think you're gonna' go with that?" I asked'em. "Whatever it takes," he says as his tire lets out its last gasp. "At least something less than 30. All its got is a lift and a set of 33s. And uhhhhhh?" He continued into oblivian, shrugging his shoulders with that thought to ponder. "If that's your rig, what the hell is this chump sitting captain's chair?" "Why!" Yelled driver Jason Navidi. "I built it." "Well, because he's got more ability than I do," said Taylor. Navidi fired-up the I-6 and crept the rig onto the face of rubber-marred slick rock - to no avail, no more progress than the amount of gas he lumped into the throttle body. With tires smoking, burping, whining and churping, the crowd called-out for more. "Take it to the top! We need some more oil on there! You're almost there!" Tomorrow: We've got Norm set-up to head-out with a set of Unimogs. Will he make it? Well, he's just received a call from a few Toyota guys who are looking to take their project rigs up to Prichett Canyon, a place where Breckenridge, Colorado's Tyler Tatro and brother Chris Tatro (driver) lost their 98 XJ's front end to a little too much throttle.

Until Tomorrow
When Norm's getting shut eye, the world sleeps.
"We're all about finess," says Chris of their behind-the-wheel approach to the sick and slick rocks of Moab. "I sheered the yoke nut on the Dana 30, and now the air locker is giving us trouble up front." The brothers, along with a few buddies, spent last night rebuilding the Dana 30. The Jeep stands upon a set of 33s and a Rubicon Express suspension, which is shackled-up high enough to climb six-feet above terra firma. As for me: It looks like I'll be heading out early tomorrow morning with Craig Stump in his Commando(the guy who ran over his kid during ARCA's Johnson Valley event featured in our March issue). We'll eventually hook up with the new and improved Currie Fire Ant to run the wrath of the Spanish Trail. Oh, and don't forget breakfast at Slick Rock Campground's Coyote Cafe for a $6.95 grub-out. Bacon, scrambled eggs, sausage, Lucky Charms, Cherrios, Honey Combs, hash browns, milk coffee and orange juice. Damn I'm hungry.
  • Denny's of Moab - Thanks from the staff and the readers of Off-Road.com. If not for your service, our stomachs would be empty and our readers would be reading a blank page.



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