5 years ago in the Dominican Republic while on the mission trip our bus blew a front tire, a truck picked us up. In broken spanish the mission trip leader (our translator was sick) told the driver the address, & he drove up there. About 20 of us piled in/on the back of a sketchy mid/late 90's Mitsubishi L200. I sat on the front of the roof rack with my feet hanging over the windshield, I held on to a bar. We were on the highway doing 100kph, off roading, crossing rivers. He wanted us to pay 1500DOP (Dominican Peso)/$40. Looking back it was very stupid, but very fun.

Taken from the bus a day later. This bridge was condemned, but had to reopen so the remote villages could access the main town.