Before we get to the fishtailing truck and wounded coonhound, some background is required. This, however, was exactly where I found myself last Sunday. Driving a full-size truck literally at the limit, though undeniably unforgettable, was not how I envisioned my time with the diesel-burning leviathan. With each new corner, the tires wailed slightly louder than the last, nearly in harmony with the moans of my wounded dog. Fitbit Versa 3įoot firmly buried in the throttle, I hurdled the 20 4×4 Laramie Longhorn up the North Oregon Coast range outside Tillamook, with my coonhound baying in pain from the backseat.įlying past weekend warriors and RV-ists, I rallied the 10,000-pound truck through the mountain passes back toward Portland at breakneck speed.
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