So there i was, at work when my boss says that we can go home early. Im thinkin cool, my wife doesnt expect me home at all so i got time to go wheelin for a bit. My friend thinks the same. We load up in our trucks and find some minor hills to play on. That gets boring real quick. So we venture out on to the beach. This is no sand beach either. Im talking some nasty goo with tall weeds. So there I was following my buddy(96 blazer) and he comes to a stop on a mucky trail. well i dont want to stop cause i dont want to get stuck so i go around him like a mad man of course. (Gotta show up the chevy) when all of a sudden I hear the worst noise in the world, a rock hitting the front a-arm and sliding on the frame rail to the rear leaf mount. Mind you i was doin about 20 when i hit this rock. Well as it turns out this rock was actually a boulder, and it bent my a-arm to the point that its still drivable, but right turns are not pretty. It took three of us, and two other trucks (including the blazer) to get me off the boulder, all the while it is dark and cold outside. Now i have to explain to the wife what happened and how i can fix it. Morale of the story, look where your goin, and slow down. I definately learned my lesson.