The Great White

**Meet The Great White. She's a land shark, and she's hungry for gravel.** The Great White spent her working years with the Oregon Department of Forestry, patrolling fire roads and washboard two-tracks like an apex predator that never learned to swim. She's logged more gravel miles than most trucks see pavement. Lesser vehicles rattled apart on those roads. She just kept circling. She's retired now, cruising the shallows of our farm — mostly moving hay and giving the tractor side-eye. But a shark doesn't stop moving. So for a modest daily rate, she'll come out of the deep for you. **What she hunts:** - Towing your camper to the coast, the mountains, or wherever the cell signal goes dark - A barkdust, gravel, or mulch run that your sedan keeps flatly refusing - Moving day, dump day, or "I bought a hot tub on Marketplace" day - Looking dangerously capable in the trailhead parking lot **What to know:** She's older, she's a Supercab (room for a couple of passengers and a dog who understands the food chain), and she doesn't do fancy. She does *work*. Bring her back with the same amount of dirt she left with — or a little more. Sharks don't mind a little chum. The Great White isn't a rental. She's a predator who's agreed, for one day, to let you take her for a spin.