Gone Muddin' - Part Two!

A few of you may remember two years ago

just after we had purchased the van we have

currently that Warren and I had gone to 

what we call a Mud Sale.

No, they do not sell mud...

but there is almost always an

abundance of it there due to 

Spring rain and thawing ground.

We had to be pulled out of the field we

and everyone else parked in.

I thought it was a blast.

Warren, not so much!

You can read that post HERE

if you so desire.

Well, yesterday we kind of did an

unintentional replay...

except we had the excitement

of sliding off the road first.

Jonathan is still learning to drive.

Most of the reason it is taking so 

long is that he is so laid back that 

he doesn't beg us to take him out

to practice and therefore it is easy 

to just let it slide.

I mean, who really gets excited about 

all of that adrenalin and fear anyway.

So........my dear Mom has been working

with him and we occasionally 

white knuckle it.

I am not a good passenger for anyone.

He is not an exception!

Anyway....

Jonathan was going to be helping

our friends at Creekside Cottage with 

some tree work yesterday and it seemed an

excellent opportunity to allow him to drive.

All went pretty well until we started onto

a road that has deceptive curves.

They really look innocent until you are into 

them and it must be the way they are graded 

or something

but they have nearly gotten me several times.

Well,

despite all of my warnings....

we went into one of these curves about 

20mph too fast.

In the Buick.

Next thing we know we are 

off the road and stopping in the freshly 

plowed and very wet field.

You may wonder if I was calm.

Well, there are two sides to that answer.

The first thing to know is that my second time

behind the wheel I took my father into a field.

Sheer disobedience on my part.

He was ready to be done with the lesson and 

go home....

I wasn't.

So, when he told me to turn 

I resisted until it was too late to 

make the turn and then accelerated to help the 

car turn sharper.....

that doesn't work!

Don't try that at home!!

So....was I calm?

I was hysterical!!

But I knew I had it coming.

I had just patted myself on the back 

that neither of the boys had landed us in 

a field and I thought we were past that risk.

Why, oh why, did I allow that 

thought through my brain cells!

So, anyway, while I wasn't happy,

and I was shaking,

I did have the cell phone and managed

to call our insurance agent to ask for 

a number for a tow.

Then came the waiting.

Quite a few awkward moments as men in 

pick-up trucks would stop and stare

before asking,

"What happened here?"

with big grins on their faces....

"Duh!"

Oh well, some were nice and offered

to try to pull us out but I told them that 

we had a tow truck coming.

Finally about 40 minutes later

our neighbor's dad pulled up in his 

flatbed tow truck.

We are a small community...

you are likely to know 

your tow truck driver.

He hooked on a chain to the 

back of the car.

(Yes, that was the proper
way to say that in PA Dutch!)

With Chelsea and I inside,

me at the wheel,

we went for the most fun

backwards mudding adventure

I have had.... to date!!

If it had not happened under those circumstances

I would pay for that kind of a ride.

So much fun!!!

Shh...don't tell Chelsea.

She starts driving in July.

I'd rather not go through that again!!!

The car is fine.

We are fine.

And we gave those farm boys something

to look at yesterday.

Lucky them!

Now, I have not had an accident 

or speeding ticket since my episode

in the field when I was eighteen.

I hope that Jonathan just follows in my 

footsteps and has a clean, clean 

driving record!

Have a great day...

and avoid the mud!

Edited:  I want you to know that
Jonathan wasn't speeding...
there was a sign just on the other
side of the curve announcing that
the speed limit was 45mph....
It was just that I would have taken the curve
at maybe 35mph and with his inexperience
he probably should have been slower than
that by about 10mph.