Post by Highlord on Feb 18, 2005 0:09:45 GMT -5
Ok, so Eric found the digitized photos of the demise of Big Orange.
Quick History. Big Orange was our friend Leb's car that he painted up orange with a big power T on the hood for the Florida game of 98 (or maybe 96?). Anyway, Leb graduated, and left the car at the compound until he could figure out what to do with it.
Well, after a little while, it became center range at "The Compund Shooting Club." For a couple of years, it suffered machine gun fire, shotguns blasts, 9mm, .45ACP, 10mm, .40, .50BMG, you name it.
Well, several different combinations of our friends lived at the compound at one time or another, but Sean Morton and Shawn O'Neal pretty much always lived there for about 7 or 8 years. One day, in the eighth year, the landlord had a logging crew come it to take out some very large trees on the propety. Overnight, they left their track loader (like a bulldozer, but the blade is more articulated) down by the gate.
So that night I go by there to visit, and I find Ashley, Shawn, Sean and Steven having a few drinks, and I ask "what's the story with the dozer?" They tell me about the logging, and they were upset about it as it had torn down the fence, and damaged their garage. The large trees had been cut and left laying in the yard for the crew to saw up later.
So I ask Steven, who has experiance with equipment..."can we start that thing" He says, "buddy, that's a Dresser, we don't even need a key...we just need to jump it off."
So I say, "Then someone needs to park that dozer on top of Big Orange tonight!"
That's all the motivation they needed. Steven had the dozer jumped off of Shawn's Maxima in minutes, and the games were on. I quickly called Eric and told him what was happening, and man, he got from The Railery to Downtown in about four minutes. It got pretty hazy as it was snowing, cold as hell, and we were drunk, but Steven impressed us with his quick work on Big Orange. He rolled it over, drove over it, flipped it, and so on.
Eventually, Shawn O`Neal took the controls (impressive, as he had never run one before) and rolled the car up onto the felled trees. For whatever reason we left it there, though certainly, the next day the logging crew would figure something was up.
After some more time playing with the dozer, we parked it back were it had been, and called it a night.
The next day, we hazily remembererd what had happened the night before. The logging crew came back the next moring and caught Shawn, as he left to go to work at the Brewery, to ask him if he knew whether the dozer had been driven. Of course he told them no, though they weren't convinced as the car that had been parked at the edge of the yard was now crushed and placed on their downed trees. They left, and we took some pictures. They wound up leaving the tree in question, and quickly took their dozer, which dissappointed us of course.
A month or so later, a big party was planned. Sean had been getting heat from the landlord over the dozer incedent, but figured what the hell.
I cannot describe the party too well as I was LOADED. Perhaps Eric, Patrick, or BigKev (I think BIGKEV was there) can chime in. All I know is that at some point, it was decided that Big Orange would make a great bonfire. Later in the evening, we decided to tear down the garage too. That is why in the pics, there is a bar standing in the middle of nowhere. It had been in the garage, but the garage came down.
Sean's landlord, while unhappy before, was now incensed, and a few weeks later, the Compound days came to a close. What a wonderful time we had there.
Patrick may have already told this story, but I thought a refresher couldn't hurt. The pics I have are posted at the link below. There are a ton more, but too many to upload. I hope you enjoy.
pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/derrijoh/my_photos
Quick History. Big Orange was our friend Leb's car that he painted up orange with a big power T on the hood for the Florida game of 98 (or maybe 96?). Anyway, Leb graduated, and left the car at the compound until he could figure out what to do with it.
Well, after a little while, it became center range at "The Compund Shooting Club." For a couple of years, it suffered machine gun fire, shotguns blasts, 9mm, .45ACP, 10mm, .40, .50BMG, you name it.
Well, several different combinations of our friends lived at the compound at one time or another, but Sean Morton and Shawn O'Neal pretty much always lived there for about 7 or 8 years. One day, in the eighth year, the landlord had a logging crew come it to take out some very large trees on the propety. Overnight, they left their track loader (like a bulldozer, but the blade is more articulated) down by the gate.
So that night I go by there to visit, and I find Ashley, Shawn, Sean and Steven having a few drinks, and I ask "what's the story with the dozer?" They tell me about the logging, and they were upset about it as it had torn down the fence, and damaged their garage. The large trees had been cut and left laying in the yard for the crew to saw up later.
So I ask Steven, who has experiance with equipment..."can we start that thing" He says, "buddy, that's a Dresser, we don't even need a key...we just need to jump it off."
So I say, "Then someone needs to park that dozer on top of Big Orange tonight!"
That's all the motivation they needed. Steven had the dozer jumped off of Shawn's Maxima in minutes, and the games were on. I quickly called Eric and told him what was happening, and man, he got from The Railery to Downtown in about four minutes. It got pretty hazy as it was snowing, cold as hell, and we were drunk, but Steven impressed us with his quick work on Big Orange. He rolled it over, drove over it, flipped it, and so on.
Eventually, Shawn O`Neal took the controls (impressive, as he had never run one before) and rolled the car up onto the felled trees. For whatever reason we left it there, though certainly, the next day the logging crew would figure something was up.
After some more time playing with the dozer, we parked it back were it had been, and called it a night.
The next day, we hazily remembererd what had happened the night before. The logging crew came back the next moring and caught Shawn, as he left to go to work at the Brewery, to ask him if he knew whether the dozer had been driven. Of course he told them no, though they weren't convinced as the car that had been parked at the edge of the yard was now crushed and placed on their downed trees. They left, and we took some pictures. They wound up leaving the tree in question, and quickly took their dozer, which dissappointed us of course.
A month or so later, a big party was planned. Sean had been getting heat from the landlord over the dozer incedent, but figured what the hell.
I cannot describe the party too well as I was LOADED. Perhaps Eric, Patrick, or BigKev (I think BIGKEV was there) can chime in. All I know is that at some point, it was decided that Big Orange would make a great bonfire. Later in the evening, we decided to tear down the garage too. That is why in the pics, there is a bar standing in the middle of nowhere. It had been in the garage, but the garage came down.
Sean's landlord, while unhappy before, was now incensed, and a few weeks later, the Compound days came to a close. What a wonderful time we had there.
Patrick may have already told this story, but I thought a refresher couldn't hurt. The pics I have are posted at the link below. There are a ton more, but too many to upload. I hope you enjoy.
pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/derrijoh/my_photos