I've been in that situation before. True story. Spring Break '99. Crystal Beach, Galveston, TX. Bunch of us were camping on the beach. We were all pot heads at the time. You couldn't spark a joint without sharing it with 15 people. It's late at night. Buddy and I got in his truck and drove about 200 feet to the edge of the ocean and backed his truck up so we were facing the camp and the ocean was right behind us. This is so we could see if anyone was coming towards us. This was one of those little Nissan Hardbody trucks from the mid 90's, so the cab is tiny. Doesn't take long to fog the whole thing up where you can't see a damn thing. Already couldn't see much anyways with the stereo lights and sure illuminated and it being dark outside. With the bass rumbling the seats, we didn't even feel the waves creeping up. I happen to look real hard out my window and was like..."whooooaaaa...the waves are coming right past us...". As I'm saying it, I'm realizing that it isn't cool, it's bad, very bad. I roll down the window and smoke pours out. I realize the tide has been coming in and waves are crashing past the truck. I lean out and look at the rear tires and they're already halfway deep in the wet sand. The bed of the truck is resting on the wet sand. We get out and alert the rest of our friends. We all owned four wheel drive trucks with big tires, tow ropes, etc....we are not that worried. One truck cant get it out. We connect a second truck. Still cant get it out. The suction and still rising tide are now a very real concern. We call a tow truck. He arrives 30-40 mins later. The truck is fucking buried now. It takes the tow truck and our two personal vehicles to get the truck out of the wet sand. Strangely, I can't even remember how bad the damage to his truck was... Respect the tide.Originally Posted by megabyteme
Really like the Chicken of the Sea one, anon.
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