Well it was the 23 of June and dinner was in the oven when my grandpa went to the gas station for the quad. My grandma was against it because he had already been drinking.Well there is no convincing him.So he went and we made dinner when grandma noticed he had been gone too long.I thought to myself ,"well hes just a slow driver." About ten minuites later the phone rings and its my grandpa calling from the gate box.He tells me he rolled the truck into the canyon. Me and grandma rush down to him and theres already neighbors there trying to help.He managed to get out of the car and to the gate.When we put him in the car his back was in a lot of pain and he was cut up a lot.We called AAA to come and get the truck out of the canyon. When grandpa was home in his chair we tried to convince him to go to the hospital but he refused.That is till about what seemed like midnight.I don't know what has happened from there but hes lucky to be alive!!