Probably 15 years ago, we were camped on Gecko Rd. when at about 2am a group of youngsters pulled in about 10' from one of our groups older, more "experienced" members (who we'll refer to as "Karma") was packed up and ready for an early departure. The group turned the music up, unloaded their quads, and proceeded to rip back and forth on Sand Hwy. for what seemed like an hour. Then they set up their tents, all while yelling at each other over their music. At 6am, "Karma" went outside to do his final check before pulling out when he noticed that the considerate group next to him had left the keys in their quads.

(I hope they had extra keys with them or knew how to bypass the ign. switches)

. As he pulled his loud stinky diesel out passed their tent, he stopped for a good 10 mins. with the exhaust just a few feet from the tent and let it idle. As he pulled out, his trailer accidentally ran over the tents guy line ropes. (They shouldn't have put their tent so close to his rig.) Unfortunately the rest of our group left shortly after and we didn't get to see the results of their inconsiderate actions.