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Tuesday
06Jan

Life Lesson

Our municipal gravel gravel road handles a surprising amount of traffic, considering it is a dead-end side road. Since it really goes no-where, it is seldom traveled by the police, therefore it does attract the idiots who wish to drive with the petal to the metal, and the brain in the trunk.

We usually see either a sporty red Mazda, a flashy blue Prelude or a black Stubby 1/4 ton truck flash past in a cloud of dust and flying rocks. For some reason the drivers of all three, turn off the highway service road onto our road, slam the petal to the floor and fishtail down the road for 200 meters (220 yards) throwing gravel and rocks in all directions.

This morning I was blowing snow out of the driveways. (Ya, we had another south-east wind last night). I look up and see the Stubby Black would-be truck come round our corner, and immediately start to fishtail. I stop the blower, move away from the road and turn my back to avoid the flying gravel.

The truck is whipping from side to side on the road, it catches a hard snowdrift, becomes airborne, floats off the road and into the deepest part of our road ditch. It's in so deep the driver has to exit via the passenger door.

The youngish male driver walks over to me and says, "I need you to pull me out."

Stunned, I say, "Sorry, first, nothing happens here until I open these driveways. Second, I will not gamble on wreaking my transmission on that. I can loan you a phone to call CAA, if you wish."

"That's not good enough, I'm not a member, I simply need a tow."

"Then use the phone to call someone else to pull you out."

"No, don't you understand that you have a business here, that makes it your job to help potential clients."

"Your right, I can help", I look at him, point west and say, "The nearest garage is two miles that direction."

I start the blower and begin to clear more driveway. I last I saw of this spoilt punk, was him running like hell, to avoid the flying snow and frozen debris,
   ---  I had 'accidentally' aimed his way!

Reader Comments (6)

Good for you If he wants to drive like an idiot let him figure out how to get out of the ditch Hahahaha I bet it was funny watching him run
January 6, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterBev
I drove past the truck in the ditch a little later. You didn't mention at least a half dozen beer bottles tossed in the snow around the truck. I am surprised he could stand, much less walk, talk, or run!
January 7, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterRoy
I stopped trying to rescue people from their own stupidity a long time ago. It is amazing how often alcohol is involved. At least he was off the road for awhile. Good for you.
January 7, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterJaded old farmer
lol - punk - blow the snow away!
January 7, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterCoralee
Good story. If a person waits long enough, usually you can make your point.
January 7, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterReeny
Good for you, and the snow blower, what cheek he had!

Jen
January 7, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterjen
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