C-MAC wrote:rangertough wrote:In one 6 hr period I rolled an RG on it's side (which somehow righted itself), no shit the right side tires left the ground.
Had another RG from SF pull the bar armor protecting my door from RPG into a pretzel knot with thier spare tire.
Almost kill some dumbass on a motorcycle.
Watched a Buffalo skew turn itself nose down and perpendicular into a ten foot deep embankment and end up with the rear axle (of three) so far in the air that the tires were off the fucking ground.
Jesus Christ my adrenal glands are empty. I'd rather get shot at.
Bet you will never bitch again when you have to fix a flat tire at home....
Good lord man, this is becoming a pattern. Who the hell is driving Stevie Wonder??
I was driving the RG. We had two choices of routes to take, we watched the Buffalo (about 3 feet of suspension travel) put all three axles through the max travel at the same time on choice number one. My TC sends me to choice two and it looks great. Bullshit it almost flipped us. When I looked out my window during our almost rollover all I could see was ground and all my TC could see was sky. I have no idea how we ended up back on our tires. All the observers said our right side tires were off the ground.
While I was playing "Rollover drill" our Buffalo parked beside a ten foot embankment that was pretty much hidden by tall grass. The embankment crumbled under the Buff (which weighs 29 tons) and the transfer cases were resting on the ground. The Buff was a hair from rolling down the embankment. They tried to recover it with our existing assets and to put it mildly it went bad. The nose of the vehicle skewed down the damn near verticle embankment and came to rest with it's ass in the air like stripper and the tires on the rear axle off the ground. It almost flipped end for end onto it's back.
The dumbass on the motorcycle bolted out from behind a jingle truck, between vehicles in my patrol. I locked up the tires on an RG (17 tons).
This mounted shit is for the birds.