Last night on New Years Eve at 6:15pm I drove away from Brooklyn.
I love that black Jeep. It's been good to me, and I weighed it down with my crap for this trip to North Carolina. My mom Googled the swaying motion we experienced after hitting any bump in the road, it was referred to as "the death wobble." Alright, no thanks. I pulled into a 7-11 and unloaded some of my heaviest equipment.
If any one needs an anvil or forming stakes, there's a garbage can in West Virginia I know about with a great view and some good tools.