Let me tell you folks a little story,

     Round about these parts we like to play with a bunch of different toys. We got the little tractor for mowin momma's yard, we got the ATV for when the boy's go huntin, the dirt motorcycle for the young un, and the big tractor for the fields. I also got an uncle that's one of them free types that likes to bring his motorcycle round with him for cruisin. Now with all this different mechanism stuff we often gots to haul it around for fixin, like mechanism stuff is prone to need. Now I know lots of you are goin to be thinkin you can do the haulin and fixin yourself, but save yourself a lesson. I tried that, and although I ain't too sure how, that fool piece of metal ended up rollin right through momma's kitchen. We don't talk bout it too much cause momma sure was mad and we don't like to be remindin her of it. We also like to load up them ATV's so we can go sneakin under other fences and see what kind of huntin they got. Now some weekends we take the 4 wheelers over to the local state ridin trails. They don't let ya bring the guns for rustling up dinner but it's still passin a good time.

     It use to be me and the boys would get together and load em up together but them things done got to big an heavy for that. So what we did was go down to the local lumber yard and got ourselves a couple of them planks figurin we just use that to load em up. We got bout half way up when one of them planks shifted sideways out from under the tire. Now we tried gunnin it to hurry up and get it into the truck but all that did was just kick that other plank back off the tailgate right into my best friends shin. It sure was funny watchin him jump around like that but my bike landed purty hard and it ain't worked quite right since then. Now I gots to steal my brothers every time I want to go muddin.

     After that we figured it cost less to get a real ramp than to fix the bikes. So we went back into town and got an aluminum ramp this time. They had a couple different choices but we figured ramps a ramp so we went with the cheapest they had. Now this thing was a little rough goin up because they had these big ladder like spaces in between but it got the job done; fer a couple of times anyway. It was about the fourth or fifth time we was usin those ramps when Bubba leaned forward to check an make sure his tires was passin on the right spot and the ramp gave out. He didn't have no time to jump clear, not that Bubba could of jumped anyhow, he's a rather large fella, but he went right on down with the bike on top. It messed up his leg something bad. We couldn't figure out what went wrong cause we was usin it like they said to do.

     So we called up the people sellin these ramps to the store to ask em what they had to say bout fixin Bubba's leg. Ya know them people wouldn't do nuttin about it. They said that the amount of weight the ramp could hold was divided over all four tires so when Bubba leaned forward he put more weight on the front which overloaded the ramp and that they don't cover that.

     Now this done fired us up, and a bunch of good ol boys fired up ain't anything purty. Right about this time my sister who's got some of them modern sophistications said that we can put up a website on the internet and sell a ramp that got some quality so that this don't happen to other folks and so that folks can beware of those other ramps. So we started searchin and found that Oxlite was the company that made the best ramps out there; and they don't divide how much they say their ramps can hold by all the tires. So we decided that we gonna sell just them, at the best prices, to folks that got to load something. And that folks is the Redneck Story!