New Best Friend

Youngest daughter's former boss at her former employer moved into the 'hood a few months ago.  She invited him over for one of our famous pool parties and he fit right in with our particular brand of craziness.

E's passion is his sand rail or dune buggy, whatever you want to call it.  His great passion.  This thing ("Baby") is wider than an H1 Hummer, with a Porsche 280 horsepower rear-mounted engine and 35 " wheels.  It's a monster. 

A couple times he'd driven this beast over for me to ogle, but when he came by this morning he announced that it was now street legal and he had just gotten the skid plate attached and didn't I think I ought to get a hat on before strapping myself into the full body harness?  I did, clawed my way through the rollbars and into the cage, and I got the harness right on the second try.  It's an elaborate congregation of webbing that comes up from below a surprisingly comfortable seat, between your legs, two more over both shoulders, one from each side at your waist, and they all latch together at your lower abdomen.  Then you cinch down the straps and baby you ain't falling out of that chair regardless.

We're just two miles from the rez, so we headed down there and for about an hour and a half aired that baby out.  Never got all four off the ground at one time, but got close.  Got high centered once and had to rock and heave and push, but that big devil can fly.  With such a wide stance and the enormous shocks on the enormous wheels, and all that power, he'd head right for a three or four foot ditch and boom, we're over it.  What fun.