So with my mean crash in the Sierra, I smacked the fender back in to place and decided that this may be the end. I wanted it to go out with a bang and I decided I would give her a trial by drifting.
If she could survive the monstrous mountain roads I was about to take her on, I would keep her. If not it would be a valiant effort and a good fairwell.
I only got one sideways picture, so after that the rest will be told with words.
The sierra was getting incredible angle on each of the corners and I had never pushed the car as hard as I was. I went into a corner 90 degrees and that was too hot. The back left of the bed met with a wall. That was the moment I thought it was done. Not even 5 minutes in and the truck was dead. I was wrong, though. You could see the running gear through the torn sheet metal, but the truck was still driving and still straight. I kept going and hit numerous walls along the way, the rear end taking a horrible beating until I hit another wall. I drove until my oil and water gauges were nearly maxxed and one of my rear tires had bursted.
I towed her back to the shop to get pictures of the aftermath.
The trunk latches are broken, missing both of my rear lights, the trunk is ruined.
So I suppose this is the end of this chapter. The Sierra has met it's end.
Or not.
