FIRING ORDER
It seemed like a great idea at the time. A bunch of my 4x4 buddies and I were having a bit of a soiree around a campfire on a farm late one night when someone suggested we should go wheeling. My better judgment was already strapped into the passenger seat, beckoning me like one of those wily Sirens of Greek mythology. Short story: I climbed into the driver seat of my K5 Blazer, pointed it to a pasture, and promptly sideswiped a big ol’ fence post. Post was fine, Blazer wasn’t. This was back in 1986 and the younger me had a lengthy excuse list as to why my K5 kissed that post. One of my excuses actually made sense, and it was that I didn’t see the post because it…