There was 7 to start, but lost one very early because of a melted ARB hose on a hot exhaust. We ran Firebird and the big lifted Jimmy tore his steering box off the frame. He limped through the rest of Firebird and Chris (BuckeyeT) followed him out. Jim, his Pops, and myself ran Ruler. Talanor rode with me for that and parked his rig at the entrance. Got done and found Chris and the Jimmy stuck on the side of a hill with no steering. We rigged togather some straps to get him back to Watson and off he went. The box was literally tore through the frame. I noticed the frame was ripped before we started and recommended he not run it, but he thought it would be fine. We were out of there by 1pm. We were thinking of running something else, but after sitting in the heat fixing a broke chevy, we decided to call it a day. Nothing too exciting.