OK, Andy you asked for it. Let me set the scene.We had driven about 8 hours to take our girls to spend the weekend with my parents. At the time my brother just so happened to have a boathouse on Kentucky Lake. He was not there that weekend, and he offered for us to stay there. We got there late at night, tired from the long drive. We had just settled in to bed, when the door opened and my brother’s ex-wife, her boyfriend, and several others came in. They didn’t mind us being there. The only problem was it was now about 3:00 A.M. and they were still up making enough noise to wake the dead! We finally got so aggravated that we just loaded up our stuff to leave.
We knew there was a GEO-Cache close by, so we thought we would just get a hotel room and sleep for a few hours then go check it out. We got to the hotel about 4:00 A.M. and as luck would have it there were no rooms available. Next door to the hotel was a Cracker Barrel restaurant. We decided to just wait around until it opened, get some breakfast then go GEO-Cache. When the restaurant opened at 6:00 A.M. we ate breakfast then started on our GEO-Cache adventure.
Now this location is way out in the middle of nowhere in Kentucky. The GPS was pointing in the direction of a dirt road. It had recently rained there, so there was a lot of mud. As soon as Andy started to turn down the road I saw a large puddle and made the comment “I really don’t think you should go through there because it looks pretty deep”.
Andy made this comment that I will never let him forget and we joke about all the time – “I have a truck!”
Well you can guess what happened! He buried the truck in the mud all the way to the bumper. Now with this being in the middle of no where we did not have cell service, and very little traffic traveled that road. After he tried for a couple of hours putting small trees, branches, and leaves under the wheels we still were stuck. Finally a 4 wheel truck (ours isn’t) came along and pulled us out.
Since that time Andy has gotten stuck one other time (I think it was 2 more times) and he called me and all he had to say was “I have a truck” and I knew.
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O.k., that story was definitely worth the wait. I've never gotten a truck stuck, but I did scratch up the sides of my Dad's Blazer once when I was younger. I went backroading on roads that were more like trails. Branches scraping a paint job make a really bad sound.
The sound of paint being scratched off a vehicle is a sound I know well. Our drive way is short, but at an angle. We have lived here a little over three years. When I pull out of our drive way, if I pull straight out I would hit a tree, if I cut the wheel too tight I will hit our mailbox. Well I haven’t hit the tree yet, but I have scratched the side of my car twice now on the mailbox.
At sometime while we were in Montana someone (we think someone doing roofing in the neighborhood) hit our mailbox and broke the post. Andy wanted to make sure that I didn’t hit it again, so when he replaced the post he moved it over. But like I will never let him forget the “I’ve got a truck” he will never let me forget that I have hit the mailbox twice.
I'm notorious for hitting trees by the side of the driveway. I've done it several times. It isn't ever a damaging hit, more like a graze, but it has become kind of a family joke.
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