Everytime I go to Stave my plan is to sit there and watch the crazy people destroy their trucks. I end up going. Sittin there half the day, but at some point I can't take it anymore. I start off slow, then suddenly I become one of the crazy people flying through the mud. By the end of the day I'm watching my truck being pulled onto the deck of a flatbed for the long ride home. My friends say they go to watch the crazy people too, and I'm just part of their entertainment!