Williams’ seatbelt in his Suburban jammed, and he lost precious seconds on the start line before he could get away. Time lost could give the authorities ample opportunity to catch a license plate number and call your parents, hypothetically. Once he was buckled up and on course, the Burb made short work of everything in its path. Williams didn’t seem to realize his front axle was only a 10-bolt as he launched up small hills and throttled off ledges back into the rocky riverbed. Amazingly with such an abusive run, he was able to preserve the most milk, obviously having retained some dairyman skills from growing up on a farm.