They're going to Church in the City 40 miles away. Thank goodness. Watch the truck fill with Mother in Law, baby, 4 and 8 year old, and Wife. Wave bye bye. Wife comes back in for the left behind item she almost forgot-
"Now, you'll get some peace and quiet."
That sounded good to me. It would take them over three hours, and probably four or five. So I started a video game and killed dragons.
A little over an hour later my Wife's Pickup Truck pulls into the drive. The kids reach the house first. I wait. Soon, my Wife walks through the door.
"What happened?"
"Accident"
She looked at me. "Everyone's OK but the truck is bad."
"How bad?"
"Bad."
This is the story I recieved; She was driving 55 mph. While going down a slight hill, the truck encountered black ice and started to slide. She did not hit the brakes, and tried to steer it through. Then she did what sounded right to many but almost never is; she put it in four wheel drive. Now, four wheel drive is great. But often in bad ice I'll keep it it two wheel, because unless you have vicous (sic?) coupling, the two differentials fight and twist the vehicle. If you are not sliding already you can be in four wheel drive. But during a slide, never introduce such a change. Well, who knows? I'm just guessing. She may have wrecked anyway. But the truck lost the road, went sideways across the other lane, over a ditch and into a Rancher's cedar posts. They don't use Cedar for fence post because its weak.
A truck comes by, having seen it all, and the man kindly offers help. My wife is shook up and does not think to ask for his name and lic. AFter verifying everyone is OK, Baby and Mother in Law too, they start back home. Soon, a State Patrol vehicle is in view along the road, apparently talking to a gal who also flew her car into the farmland. The lady was crying, and my wife did not wish to disturb them. That's great as far as compassion goes, but she lost her chance to have independent verification of the accident and road conditions and left the door open for the insurance company to say NO.
Snatching guilt from the jaws of innocence. I can't figure out how two grown women could fail to get the essentials.
To put this in perspective, though, it was myself, without any ice visible for months, who one fine Spring morning backed the truck into a PARKED Van....
At least she had Mother Nature to blame.
I don't know what's going to happen. Maybe it's a total. It still drives. Not really a Pickup any more.... more like an SUV
I keep seeing my two year old, Baby Keith, strapped into the seat my Wife diligently insists he wear, with straps crossed and proper, safe and wondering, eyes wide with the truck against the fence.
My wife is on the phone to her brother. "It's really bad, crashed and bent."
"Yeah," I say, loud enough for both of them to hear, "It's probably my truck now."
munk
"Now, you'll get some peace and quiet."
That sounded good to me. It would take them over three hours, and probably four or five. So I started a video game and killed dragons.
A little over an hour later my Wife's Pickup Truck pulls into the drive. The kids reach the house first. I wait. Soon, my Wife walks through the door.
"What happened?"
"Accident"
She looked at me. "Everyone's OK but the truck is bad."
"How bad?"
"Bad."
This is the story I recieved; She was driving 55 mph. While going down a slight hill, the truck encountered black ice and started to slide. She did not hit the brakes, and tried to steer it through. Then she did what sounded right to many but almost never is; she put it in four wheel drive. Now, four wheel drive is great. But often in bad ice I'll keep it it two wheel, because unless you have vicous (sic?) coupling, the two differentials fight and twist the vehicle. If you are not sliding already you can be in four wheel drive. But during a slide, never introduce such a change. Well, who knows? I'm just guessing. She may have wrecked anyway. But the truck lost the road, went sideways across the other lane, over a ditch and into a Rancher's cedar posts. They don't use Cedar for fence post because its weak.
A truck comes by, having seen it all, and the man kindly offers help. My wife is shook up and does not think to ask for his name and lic. AFter verifying everyone is OK, Baby and Mother in Law too, they start back home. Soon, a State Patrol vehicle is in view along the road, apparently talking to a gal who also flew her car into the farmland. The lady was crying, and my wife did not wish to disturb them. That's great as far as compassion goes, but she lost her chance to have independent verification of the accident and road conditions and left the door open for the insurance company to say NO.
Snatching guilt from the jaws of innocence. I can't figure out how two grown women could fail to get the essentials.
To put this in perspective, though, it was myself, without any ice visible for months, who one fine Spring morning backed the truck into a PARKED Van....
At least she had Mother Nature to blame.
I don't know what's going to happen. Maybe it's a total. It still drives. Not really a Pickup any more.... more like an SUV
I keep seeing my two year old, Baby Keith, strapped into the seat my Wife diligently insists he wear, with straps crossed and proper, safe and wondering, eyes wide with the truck against the fence.
My wife is on the phone to her brother. "It's really bad, crashed and bent."
"Yeah," I say, loud enough for both of them to hear, "It's probably my truck now."
munk
Haven't always been that lucky though.
