We had the suspension removed from it, front n back, sitting on jack stands now and it's time to start drilling holes for his YJ conversion kit. Well, we are drilling holes and making progress when all of a sudden.....BINGOOOO...the electricity goes out, so now we're FUBAR. (The fellas blame the power outage on Billy Bob lookin up at the sky. R.C.) What else can we do? I believe that it was bout now that we were outside in-between one of the rain spells when we discovered my warped front driveshaft. We removed it n repaired it best we could. To this day I haven't figured out how in the heck I managed to warp it. We spent a few hours on it trying to straighten it. Well, we got something to do out of it. Now, time to run out n hold down the canopies again as the wind is kickin up and blowing it all over the freakin place again. We save tent city yet again and head back to the garage n try to figure out what to do. Later in the afternoon here comes yet another storm, tent city was destroyed again, this time while trying to salvage it in the midst of a storm, it starts to dump HAIL on our flippin heads. Well, I'm really getting unholy by now...really, really getting aggravated. We put up the tent city yet again, Shortly after that, Rick arrives home and diagnoses the electric problem right away and goes in to call the power company. In forty five minutes or less we had juice again. So we head back in there n get back to it. 

(It is about now that my husband Mitch and I arrived at Ranger Rick's house after an eight hour drive in this bad weather. We knew Rick from last year's ZOOKIMELT but had never met Trail, John (suzuski), or formally met Billy-Bob. When we got out of the car he promptly inserted his 'billy-bob' teeth and introduced himself! We stood around talking a bit and within a few minutes Billy-Bob had given my husband the keys to his Zuk 'Zuktanic' as he calls it, to take for a spin on Rick's trails. He hopped in the passengers seat and let my husband take it for a drive. They were gone only a few minutes when I heard the rumble of a Zuk down the hill from camp. I went over and looked down the hill to see what was going on. Billy-Bob's truck has open diffs on it and the ground according to him was slicker than rat snot... Mitch was having a hard time making it up the steep hill back to camp. Since he was driving someone else's truck that he barely knew he was taking it easy and trying to get it up with no avail. The next thing you know, Billy-Bob and Mitch are trading places in the truck, and Billy-Bob backs it down the hill a bit and just mashes the gas to the floor, working the wheel back and forth he made it to the top of the hill and back to camp! His black truck was now covered with slimy red Indiana clay and mud. R.C.)