well I had this on here before. I think it was one of my first posts on this site. However we lost all content a few years back. So since I found the pictures I'm going to re write it as best I can.
For the new people to the industry (last 6-7 years) this event happened when no Canadians were really involved in anything south of the boarder. Times weren't great like they are now. Our dollar sucked so travel and it was expensive as were parts and building rigs. Spending money on high end parts was rare. Most of us used junk yard treasures to piece our rigs together and the industry hadn't exploded yet. Most advancement came from military advancements or heavy industry. The small shop hadn't taken over and the rage of individual ingenuity was just about to explode. For some of you this might be hard to imagine that the off road world was this backwards such a short time ago. A time when the biggest tire was a 44bogger. Brand new to the market was the massive 46 claw and then the 49 iroc. Both were crazy game changers as tread patterns hadn't changed in over a decade. There were no stickies, no Ouverson axles, no LS engines they were to advanced. Atlas was about the only t-case option, Lovell was new. Better yet the first rebuild-able rod end had just been made. Well it was about two years old but it was Canadian so no one really cared or paid attention. Soon many other would be made but all would suck because they would succumb to the evil china manufacturing promises of the mighty dollar. All but one but that's another story.
Anyway now that the mood is set W.E. rock came to Red Deer, Alberta, Canada and the small group of us with over average rigs went and competed. It was awesome. We met little and big Rich. Everyone drove over rock courses and we learned about cones. The scoring, completing gates etc.... I didn't do that well but my understanding of gaining points and thinking outside the box raised interest in the Riches. Later that year they were holding a world finals in Vegas and the top finishers of our event were to go compete there. Jamie Colbert was one competitor and Cory Hansen was another. I can't remember who else but they opted out. Big and Little talked to Jamie and told them to bring me. Not sure why still. But at 4 in the morning Jamie showed up at my house with a rented car and Marty Warnke and told me I was going. I'd never driven father than white fish to go skiing. Now we were on a road trip to Vegas. Woo Hoo. Honestly I had work to do and didn't want to go Jamie was super persistant.
I grabbed Super Pickle (Our travel companion and good luck charm) and the adventure began. We drove to the boarder and waited. Jamie travels over seas lots and they didn't like his passport. Over the years I got used to this as he was with me a lot. We drove and drove until the sun came up and went down and came up again. Then a little more. We passed the craziest terrain and all I could think of was driving my rig over it. So beautiful and awesome. Finally we arrived in Vegas. We were lost and probably drove or another day looking for the event site. We saw parts of Vegas and Henderson I wish I never had. We drove through areas thinking we were probably all going to go missing and then into an area armed guards escorted us out of. It was great. Finally after reading the map wrong over and over (remember no I-phones or gps) and seeing the entire area of Las Vegas (which is massive) I had a feeling the site was across the highway yelled at Jamie and forced him to go that direction just because. I think it was because it was the only area we hadn't been yet. As we crossed the over pass we saw it. A giant skate park of spray-crete it was f#cking crazy ! Night was coming again and there was no room in the casino at the track so we had to find someplace and settle in.
Beat from our adventure we had a few beers and passed out excited for the next day.