This Sand That
My first experience driving in sand was on vacation at the Outer Banks of North Carolina 27 years ago in a rented ’90 Ford Thunderbird. It did not go well. Go figure. I owned a 4x4 at the time, but being planted in the rural Midwest, my off-road experience at that point was limited to the daily obstacles we encountered on the farm: mud, dirt, and snow. If mud, dirt, and snow was English, sand was Cantonese. At the time, I didn’t understand it and definitely couldn’t speak it. To a sand-naive Midwest dude, the granules looked harmless. I mean, heck, on the farm we dealt with “real” obstacles like gnarly frame-deep snow and evil mud. Sand shmand. Whatever man. Heck, I had seen photos of sports cars cruising around on Daytona…