Got a blue Dodge Dakota 4X4 we bought new. Nice truck, though with the addition of the grill guard the balance was changed for the negative. I know a hundred pounds doesn't seem like much, but it's on the end and the ride did alter. Took five years to pay for this truck.
Never too good in snow. Dodge sells them with fat wheels and tires. The wife took it off the highway last year and smashed into a pole after finding black ice, and yesterday on the same highway I almost lost it. The baby and I were driving down a hill and the truck started fishtailing. The road had some light water and ice on it. Not much. I'm still not sure why it happened.
I was thinking; "Darn; I'm not going to be able to keep this on the road. We're going to crash. I hope the little guy is alright."
He was strapped in his chair. He knew something was up. I could tell. I mean, I didn't see his eyes in the rear view mirror, he didn't say much, if anything, but I know he was aware. Call it animal awareness if that is unsatisfactory to you, because I'd swear we were in it together.
So everytime it fished one way I'd correct, and it would fish the other, and I'd correct. I was in the middle of the road by now and if Montana Highways weren't so less traveled could've had a head on collision. We slowed down and I pulled to the side of the road onto the grass. I figured there had to be a flat tire. There wasn't.
I didn't appreciate almost dying for no real reason, not that I could have nor would have argued the point even if One were available to take complaints. But it was very strange. Ordinary day; almost dead. That's how it happens, too, I've noticed. Very rarely does one die while punching the keyboard, birthing the Great American Novel, or swinging steel as Mongol Hordes pour over the ridge. I think Death comes a 'callin more often as you're chewing that grilled cheese sandwich, watching the News on TV, or feeding the chickens in the yard before the sunrise.
I was driving too damn fast, (and yes, for this I used the D word) and for now on, that's out. There's no reason to throw all the Grace that's been laid at my temple by a stupid, innattentive driving incident. The Rocky Mountain West is a hard course. You can die on these roads, and it might take a while to find you.
Be careful out there.
munk
Never too good in snow. Dodge sells them with fat wheels and tires. The wife took it off the highway last year and smashed into a pole after finding black ice, and yesterday on the same highway I almost lost it. The baby and I were driving down a hill and the truck started fishtailing. The road had some light water and ice on it. Not much. I'm still not sure why it happened.
I was thinking; "Darn; I'm not going to be able to keep this on the road. We're going to crash. I hope the little guy is alright."
He was strapped in his chair. He knew something was up. I could tell. I mean, I didn't see his eyes in the rear view mirror, he didn't say much, if anything, but I know he was aware. Call it animal awareness if that is unsatisfactory to you, because I'd swear we were in it together.
So everytime it fished one way I'd correct, and it would fish the other, and I'd correct. I was in the middle of the road by now and if Montana Highways weren't so less traveled could've had a head on collision. We slowed down and I pulled to the side of the road onto the grass. I figured there had to be a flat tire. There wasn't.
I didn't appreciate almost dying for no real reason, not that I could have nor would have argued the point even if One were available to take complaints. But it was very strange. Ordinary day; almost dead. That's how it happens, too, I've noticed. Very rarely does one die while punching the keyboard, birthing the Great American Novel, or swinging steel as Mongol Hordes pour over the ridge. I think Death comes a 'callin more often as you're chewing that grilled cheese sandwich, watching the News on TV, or feeding the chickens in the yard before the sunrise.
I was driving too damn fast, (and yes, for this I used the D word) and for now on, that's out. There's no reason to throw all the Grace that's been laid at my temple by a stupid, innattentive driving incident. The Rocky Mountain West is a hard course. You can die on these roads, and it might take a while to find you.
Be careful out there.
munk
