The accident consisted of fresh rain, in the desert where we never get rain. The back end stepped out on me in the middle of a turn and I over corrected. I hit a burm and it launched me over. I rolled 3 or 4 times. I lost count. I was only going 45-50. Remember, it can go badly, quickly.
I kept the front plate and hung it next to the door to my house from my garage. It's a daily reminder that God has a plan for me and isn't done with me yet. The truck kept me safe and let me come home to my family, for which I am grateful. I needed to something different for now. This is what I picked up:
I'll probably get another 3RD gen at one point, it was an awesome truck.