The trip started out great. Brandan and I drove from our Irvine office to Parker, Arizona, for a weekend trip to West Coast Nationals. We made the trip in record time, not speeding of course, our faithful truck didn't throw her belt like she usually does, and we were excited to see what the river had to offer. But as soon as we arrived, the trouble started. I forgot the confirmation number for the hotel reservation, the show officials had to search our truck for RPGs and machetes, so we had to brave the 120-degree heat and they almost didn't let us in to the show. But in the end we got everything straightened out and it was well worth it to be able to see some of the sickest trucks that the left side of the country had to offer.

For information about the 2011 West Coast Nationals, go to and for more than 100 pictures of awesome trucks that we couldn't fit here, go to