The Beast

The glory of such a machine is a breathtaking sight. It’s ominous frame, the sheer power of the gut wrenching 3mph compound low gear, and the glory of the morning sun glinting off the cosmopolitan stylings of it’s paint job. Like a rust golem caught in a rainstorm it screams down the street at break-drivetrain speeds of up to 45 miles per hour, that’s right, don’t be jealous. It’s speed and power are surpassed only by it’s eye watering beauty. In this baby the womens are sure to be all up ons. And how with 4 doors and a cab that has seatbelts for 7 but room for a small Mormon family reunion. That’s a lot of hauling … and with a carrying capacity of 3/4 of a ton it’s easily and often loaded down with a bone crushing axle bending 1.5 tons by it’s over zealous owner. Oh yes this baby has it all. No wonder it’s often the target of those who can’t compete, those who can’t stack up, and those who have nothing to haul. Long live the beast!