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...weeks after getting my license. Since then, I've crashed into an I-Roc, a Camry and two Jeeps--which is not bad considering that I haven't owned a car in eight years. So when I was offered an opportunity to drive Grave Digger, the most famous monster truck in monster truckdom, I felt qualified...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Digging My Own Grave | 8/20/2001 | See Source »

...still drives it whenever his shoulder is attached to his body. He told me he had started out "mudboggin' and tug-o-warrin'" four-wheel drives. I didn't understand most of what Dennis said. After sitting down for a brief conversation, he told me my monster-truck name should be Powder Puff Boy. Then he punched me in the knee...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Digging My Own Grave | 8/20/2001 | See Source »

Dennis set up two Chevy Caprices side by side for me to crush and started up Grave Digger. It made a noise that sounded a lot like middle-ear damage. I considered bailing, but when I asked Dennis if he was the monster-truck champion, he told me he had lost in the finals to Goldberg, a truck sponsored by the professional wrestler. If a truck named Goldberg could win a championship, I figured I could at least crush a couple of cars...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Digging My Own Grave | 8/20/2001 | See Source »

...foam neck brace, and strapped on a five-point harness. Then I headed for the two Caprices from behind, not noticing the dirt ramp that had been set up by the sides of the cars. At the last minute, Dennis used his remote-control device to shut off my truck's engine. Still, even slowed to 5 m.p.h., I totaled one of the Caprices. I instinctively reached for my license and registration before I realized I couldn't move...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Digging My Own Grave | 8/20/2001 | See Source »

...truck in reverse and tried again. For some reason, perhaps the noise and fumes, I forgot that I had done all that damage with the engine turned off and decided I had been going too slow. Also, as I was approaching the ramp, I misinterpreted Dennis' signal to slow down for some kind of monster-truck high five and hit the gas instead. I Fonzied five feet over both Caprices, clearing my front wheels by 15 feet. I felt like Bo and Luke, only really scared. When I landed, my head somehow hit the steering wheel and cracked my helmet...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Digging My Own Grave | 8/20/2001 | See Source »

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