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A while ago, three of my buddies and I were out driving around one night, consuming a couple cases of beer on the back roads. I came up to a smaller road, sort of a private road/trail on the backside of this small town where there were no houses. After a winding drive and then up to the top of a hill, there was a big chain link fence blocking the road and out to the left and right. We could not see what was on the other side, with the car pointed uphill, and the headlights up in the air. What the hell was this, some kind of Area 51 right in our own backyard? The best plan seemed to be to ram the gate down with my big old muscle car. The first try was kind of half-assed, but the second was HARD. After sensing a little trauma to the car, I shouted "damage report, Scotty!" Brett in the passenger seat jumped out and described the level of damage to the grille and hood of the car, after which we decided to give up the attack. We went home for the night, slightly depressed that we hadn't solved the mystery. We weren't depressed for long. Later that weekend, one of the guys who was with us was in a local bar asking around if anybody knew what was back there. Apparently, up that hill, just on the other side of that gate was a steep down slope into the town sewage treatment lagoon.
Signed Greg
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