Well, you did it, you crazy bastard. You rolled a white-wall tire in the middle of the swamp. You hiked a twenty-year-old hunk of rubber two miles from the nearest road and plopped that fucker down right in the middle of a cypress grove. Everyone told you that you'd never do it, but you proved 'em all wrong.
What's your next move there, champ? What can you possibly do to top this crowning achievement?
Will you drop a number deep in the Amazon? Maybe hang a serpentine belt from the Tower of London? Do you have the nerve to drop a spark plug in the box at the summit of Everest?
Or have you peaked too early?