A Road Less Traveled
I’ve been giving “Big Mama” a routine of driving at sixty-five mph for long enough that I can put between ten and fifteen gallons at each gas station so that she has a chance to relax. Sometimes I’ll even take the side roads.
However a scenic route looked to be stretching too far in an undesirable direction and I found myself pulling a three-point on a desolate road. No problem until suddenly…
The leaves on the side of the road concealed a little ditch for a very heavy car.
Before too long a red pickup truck rolled around the corner and retired beef farmer Tommy Thompson cheerfully evaluated the situation with me. Then we got to work. I secured a tow rope around the rear axle and Tommy hooked a crank-puller-thing with a chain around a tree. Another man Brian and his wife and son happened to come around the corner and helped me push as Tommy cranked the car out.
Thanks again. Here are the heroes of the day.
