Some dear old friends of mine doubt the reality of my last post, so I offer this pic as proof.
I would also like to point out the continuation of my personal life-long trend of having the worst things happen in the best way. Here’s a list of some past examples:
1. Our dog bit and tore a hot-tamale-sized chunk off the lower lip of a new acquaintance of ours… but it happened to be Bill, probably the only guy in the world cool enough to laugh off a permanent facial scar and not be phased by it; no law suit, no nothing.
2. Oil plug falls out of Samurai 100 miles south of the border while I have none other than drama-queen Amy in my car; miraculously, engine stops knocking until about 8 miles this side of the border, when the engine explodes; Long story short, we get a 200 mile tow to SD, and get a new engine put in in time to return from Spring Break with about 8 hours to spare before school begins again.
3. Alternator seizes up ½ between Clayton and Raton New Mexico; I drive 40 miles to Clayton, only to find they have no western union; charge up battery, drive 100 miles to Raton, where guy at gas station happens to be in AA, sees my key tag, and tells me he has some “Mexican cousins” who can install a new alternator for me for only $15. He then drives me to W. union, then to Napa to buy alternator, and day is saved.
4. Blah blah blah. If you know me, you fill in the blanks; there are many to fill.
So ANYWAY, yes, we hit a deer, smashed the shit out of our van (whom we’ve christened “Bango Skank” because she’s a bad-ass) and it could have been a disaster, but now I’m sitting in my Sis’s living room in Colorado, going skiing or fishing tomorrow and the next day, and carrying on with only about ¾ a day lost. AND I caught 3 browns yesterday, as well as hiked 6 miles of beautiful canyon yesterday and 2 today before hitting the road again. Life’s good.
1. Our dog bit and tore a hot-tamale-sized chunk off the lower lip of a new acquaintance of ours… but it happened to be Bill, probably the only guy in the world cool enough to laugh off a permanent facial scar and not be phased by it; no law suit, no nothing.
2. Oil plug falls out of Samurai 100 miles south of the border while I have none other than drama-queen Amy in my car; miraculously, engine stops knocking until about 8 miles this side of the border, when the engine explodes; Long story short, we get a 200 mile tow to SD, and get a new engine put in in time to return from Spring Break with about 8 hours to spare before school begins again.
3. Alternator seizes up ½ between Clayton and Raton New Mexico; I drive 40 miles to Clayton, only to find they have no western union; charge up battery, drive 100 miles to Raton, where guy at gas station happens to be in AA, sees my key tag, and tells me he has some “Mexican cousins” who can install a new alternator for me for only $15. He then drives me to W. union, then to Napa to buy alternator, and day is saved.
4. Blah blah blah. If you know me, you fill in the blanks; there are many to fill.
So ANYWAY, yes, we hit a deer, smashed the shit out of our van (whom we’ve christened “Bango Skank” because she’s a bad-ass) and it could have been a disaster, but now I’m sitting in my Sis’s living room in Colorado, going skiing or fishing tomorrow and the next day, and carrying on with only about ¾ a day lost. AND I caught 3 browns yesterday, as well as hiked 6 miles of beautiful canyon yesterday and 2 today before hitting the road again. Life’s good.
4 comments:
What about the time some guy gave you 20 bucks in Roswell for no appearant reason when you were broke and trying to get back to Lubbock.
bad spelling - run on sentence - i have no time to fix it.
then there was the time we broke down comign back from Mineral Wells and after changing the first of 3 flats we found the car wouldn't start. Stranded on the side of the road, a old guy pulled up, gave us a jump, and gave us his jumper cables.
The story gets worse, but it was another in a long list of fortunate happenings.
YES! I'd forgotten those; well, not exactly forgotten, but more like filed away. I need to get those stories down for posterity's sake.
I'm glad life's good, honey.
It feels odd, however, for me to be jealous of someone else's tales of woe. Actually, they are more like tales of "whoa!"...
I think someone let me cut in line once. Oh, and I had a friend who let me have the last of the ketchup. That one was really moving.
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