Ridecamp: Re: [RC] Advice for Angie (long)

In a message dated 10/4/2002 10:41:25 AM Pacific Daylight Time, 
robdoll@xxxxxxxxxxxxx writes:

<<  This is Angie. Want to clear something up. I did not *fall* off!  I was
 still firmly in the saddle when Kaboot summersaulted and slammed me into
 the ground breaking my collarbone. :-( >>

Okay, this is a long winded story, but it IS endurance related, I 
promise..........

     Years ago, when I was living in Kentucky, I drove a nasty little red 
Pinto.  Not the horse.  The Ford.  I was careening along this twisting 
country lane one day at about 50 times the safe speed for the road when I 
came around a particularly sharp bend and saw a big old coon hound just 
sitting in the middle of the road.  I love dogs a lot more than I loved that 
old beater car, so I served onto a soft shoulder and pitched the car off the 
road and into the trees.  Three trees proved sufficient to stop me.  Oh boy 
did I stop!  I was fine though, and the car was still running, so I tried for 
an hour, quite in vain, to get it back up onto the road.  It was an 
impossible task, given the slick, muddy ground and steep angle of the 
embankment - so I went in search of help.
     Came across this old Kentucky dirt farmer on his tractor, happily 
plowing a field and approached him for assistance.  Now, I must say that I 
love Kentuckians, though me being a Yankee, the feeling was rarely mutual.  
It was explained to me like this - "You Yankees are like hemorrhoids.  Y'all 
come down fer a little while and go back up, yer fine. But when you come down 
and hang around too long, yer a real pain in the ass."  :o)  But back to my 
story.......
     This farmer listened very politely while I told my tragic story of 
swerving to miss the dog and getting my car banged up and stuck.  He leaned 
over, spit a long, stringy wad of chaw onto the ground, and motioned for me 
to get on the back of the tractor.  I climbed up and directed him to the 
crash site, which he drove us to at a mind numbing 1/2 mph on a tractor that 
was on its last legs sometime in the last century.  Without saying a word, he 
slid off, stepped carefully down the embankment, and surveyed the situation 
for a long time.  Then he made his way back up to the road and began looking 
back and forth at the road and my car.  After a seemingly endless silence, he 
finally spoke words of wisdom I'll never forget.  
     He said, "Believe I'da kilt dat dawg."  
     Then he hitched a chain to my car and saved the day, driving away in now 
familiar silence.
     How is this endurance related? 
     Well....Angie....."Believe I'da falt off dat hawse."  :o)

Scott

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