So...I was tooling around in the Talon (because my civ's not outta the shop yet...) and I friggin' hate this car. It's slow. It has body roll. It's stock. It's not the AWD. It's not the turbo. I hate it. So my buddy and I cruise through the mountains just for lack of anything safer to do...and we get stuck behind this slow car. I don't pass on double yellow, and I knew it would be double yellow for a decent ways to come. So I see this truck runaway ramp that I've passed god knows how many times and I've ALWAYS wanted to run up it. Just for giggles. Little did I know how deep the gravel is. Common sense would have told me "That's meant for speeding 18wheelers to stop." But..I ignored my common sense, and headed for it.

Needless to say, a bigass 4x4 happened to be passing. The dude in the driver's seat (with the MOST southern accent ever) goes "Yeah, well, we was passing, and I saw you laughing and saw the car, so I took another swig of beer and said "reckon we oughtta go help 'em out?" So we came back for ya."

In final words...no damage was done to the car, and my craving has been sufficed...until the day I own a bigass 4x4. Note the wheel gap to see that the car plained out on it, and the wheel was about at it's maximum...what would you call it, "lowness"? I don't know. But it was hardly tracking and we were nowhere near the bottom of the gravel. The dude in the 4x4 says it's about 2feet deep.