I won't know what I'm doing behind the wheel in all that mud, but I'm still going. If it's really as bad as some make it sound, I figure somebody will be kind enough to pull me out of the mud and I'll head back to Atlanta with my tail between my legs. Actually, I'll have a good time even if I'm standing on the sidelines watching the more experienced drivers with tougher rigs work the trails.
Besides, my friends are starting to think I bought a garage queen. I need to get some pictures of my Jeep somewhere besides parked in front of my house and in front of the neighborhood bars!