Let me tell you a little bit about Jason Smigel. Apparently, he has aspirations to become the next Travis Pastrana because he had his rental wagon pitched sideways through s-turns all the way up the mountain. It's about an hour drive, for a normal person, but Super Smigel does it in about three minutes. I'd have gotten carsick, but I didn't want to look weak among my fellow foot soldiers. Plus, the huge pile of riding paraphernalia I was wedged between was like a warm, comforting hug. So, I sat back and watched the goats, ambulances and stray dogs go whizzing by in the right lane. Aren't we supposed to be in the right lane?