This van should have died 20 years ago but somehow survived 2000 miles. As we almost fell off the mountain side did you ever think we were terrified. Our journey home could be even worse but hey man that was our curse. Smoke was constantly pouring out of all of the air vents. It is amazing that none of us had asphyxiate. It was all worth the hassle because this was our 8 days on top of the world where the 5 of us could not be taken down. Our 8 days to surrender all our past constraints in an effort to make our mark. I count the days with every second not wanting to let them pass, but time was always passing. These were the times that we had together. Close to my heart just like we were brothers. After the fights we banded together. And after all the fights I hoped that we could always stay thick as thieves because you can count on me. Times are always passing. Times are always passing me right on by. That was our last chance to go for greatness. This now has become my final chance. We will always remember the times that we had.