Somewhere in the middle of NV a couple weeks ago, nearly out of gas. We got run off this bombing range by a private contractor in a new white Silverado. He was nice enough, he just said "go"
We got run off this bombing range by a private contractor in a new white Silverado. He was nice enough, he just said "go"
The first time I ever rode a motorcycle, my buddy and I got run off from just outside of the Delta Force compound on Ft. Bragg. It was a road we were allowed to be on, but some guy in civilian clothes pulled up to us when we were on the side of the road and asked us if we saw two guys in a camaro who were taking pictures of the compound. We said no. He told us to get the F* out of there and so we did. Fast. Good times...