Over the weekend, the BF and I went out to the country to an end of the summer party with his friends. I was told to bring a change of clothes in case we got muddy.
Muddy? What would be doing to get muddy besides playing cornhole and drinking?
This is what we were going to do.
We were going to go through the trails on this Rhino, a Yamaha Rhino to be exact.
In retrospect, I wish I would've stolen the keys from my boyfriend and taken it for a spin first. I lasted a whopping 15 minutes in the woods. I know this because I tweeted before and right after I got back. Alive. And in one piece. It wasn't so much as it was scary but the fact that the BF was intentionally trying to flip or get me muddy in the Rhino. He was flying around the trees and I kept getting hit by branches that were swinging at my face. Then, there is "the hill" that he kept flying up and I thought we were going to nose dive into the ground.
The trails weren't exactly "worn in" and there were a few "hills" to navigate back there. And by hills, I mean enormous mounds with a steep slope where I almost fell out of the Rhino - thank you for the seat belt.
Before you watch the video, I'm advising you to turn your volume wwaaaaaayyy down because not only am I yelling, I'm also cussing because the BF was trying to go through the mud. It wasn't a little puddle either. It was basically a 5x5 foot area and neither of us were sure of its depth. (I didn't want to come covered back to the house in mud. I'll all for a good mudding, but I didn't want to do it just then.)
Just a friendly warning....