Jan 07, 2011 02:31
In 2001, I met someone for lunch, went on what was supposed to be a leisurely drive for an afternoon that wound up with someone's car being stuck in the mud, was forced by the situation to stay the night in Flagstaff, had good sex with the guy I got stuck in the mud with---payback for his car getting us stuck---and I walked away with a brief relationship-type thing.
In 2011, I just about got stuck in the mud leaving the driveway.
I was heading out for a day of shopping and errands, and the temps had been warming up lately, just not enough to actually dry the dirt. the front yard is a sea of snow and mud, and the driveway proper is a mucky mess, all soft, wet and dark (and no scat jokes please). A propane truck got stuck in it the other day, and created these crater-like tire tracks that won't dry. So anyone coming or going on the dirt driveway is a sitting duck to get stuck, in the muck. Today, it was my turn, sitting about 20 feet from where I had backed up, fishtailing and creating muddy ridges that are impossible to smooth out because the dirt won't abide by the sun.
I eventually got out of the driveway, with an inch of mud on each of my tires, by going back and forth between 2nd gear and reverse. But I tell you, I would kill for a Professor Pat Pending Convert-A-Car right now, at least until the sun can bake the dirt into solid form in the yard.