So, while me and the g/f went to Texas last week to hang out with my family and have a little vacation. Last Saturday evening, we were at a crappy bar watching my brother's band with the parents. Since I had drank a few beers (a few means me and the g/f were building a Beer-A-Mid on the table:beer2:
) my dad drove ol' Brisco back to the house. When we got back, my Mom thought it would be a GREAT idea
to check the mail before we pulled into the gate. (We live out in the boonies.) As my Dad was struggling to reach the mailbox from the truck, we notice a car coming down the road at a pretty quick pace. The g/f starts repeating, "He's gonna hit us."
Then I start saying it and then Mom. Well, he didn't hit us. He slowed to about 5 MPH and went around us.:drive:
The next thing we know, this guy is in the ditch on the other side of the road with the front of the car facing us. (How in the heck it happened I dunno.)
So, in true Texan fashion, I told Dad to go see if he was OK and I hopped into the drivers seat. He was OK, nothing hurt but his pride. I pulled up near him on the road, hopped out and got the tow strap. Dad and I hooked the 240 to the truck and I had Mom stand back by the gate and Dad get into the ditch on the other side of the road. Threw the truck into 1st and started creaping forward. Once the strap was tight, I just gave a little "go" peddle and the 240 was free. Mom got into the truck while Dad and I unhooked and stowed the strap in the toolbox. As I was getting back into the truck Mom and my g/f were laughing. I asked what was up and the g/f said, "Baby, you pulled that car out like it was a Matchbox car."
I got a pretty good chuckle out of that. Turns out, the guy didn't do too much damage to his car, just a marked up front bumper. We all assume he had been drinking and I'm sure he is thankful he went into the ditch when someone was there to help him. Don't think he'll be drinking and driving anytime soon.
12-10-2006, 04:59 PM
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