There’s no better feeling than four wheeling.
Somewhere deep down it hurt me to say that.
I’ve been a car guy ever since the days of playing with Hot Wheels on the classic carpet mat every kid can remember having in the basement at some point or another. I have my taste, I have my own opinions, but I can appreciate everyone’s differences. This week I got the chance to join some co-workers on an adventure. I’ve never been out for a proper four wheeling, country music listening, bonfire having type of night.
Outside of Anola, you can usually find a group of guys enjoying the pits. If you know how to get there that is. Tucked away in a secluded little spot, the trail opens to a huge empty field. After a good amount of snow this year, some of the drifts were well past my ankles and plenty deep enough to get stuck in. A huge bank on the far side gives a great obstacle for any adventurous trucker.
Growing up in Alberta, there has always been some form of country in my life. Country music always played on the radio at home or in my grandpas truck. Living so close to a feedlot when I was growing up meant the smell of cow was always fresh in the nose. When I moved to Ontario I managed to escape some of that life. I found my calling in the big city of Toronto. Always busy, always something to do. I bought my car in Ontario, I found a huge social network in Ontario. I thought I’d left my country roots behind.
Apparently not.