So I think every farm at some point or another has an old farm truck sitting somewhere that doesn’t run. We had a “not too old” Ford F-150 sitting behind the barn with flat tires, no brakes and a dead battery. A guy driving down the road pulls in and offers to buy it. Why not, it isn’t doing any good sitting back there, and we aren’t putting money into it. The winter has just come to an end and the spring thaw is leaving everything pretty mushy. Since I am the homemaker, my husband is at work, and I have to try to help this older gentleman get the truck out. He asks if I want to steer while he pulls it with his truck. I am not sure what my face looked like but inside I was saying, “You talking to me?”
This is way out of my comfort zone especially since I am dealing with a complete stranger. So I get in the truck, and he tells me just to steer it. No problem, I am thinking. His truck starts to go and yanks hard, and I jerk but the truck is not moving. The mud is flying from his tires onto my windshield and his truck is sliding all over the place. Did I mention it is muddy? That’s an understatement.
OK, so the new plan is to back up the truck into the field behind it and go a different route, which may be less muddy but way longer. He pulls his truck around and is going to pull it backwards, and now he wants me to drive his truck. Yikes. I am not cut out for off roading. I get in his truck and start to pull forward and it tugs a little and gives way. The rusted out hitch just fell off. So he reattaches the chain, and we try again. Well, guess what, it was working, we were moving. I couldn’t believe it, we made it all the way to the driveway. Unfortunately my poor yard has seen better days.
This is not exactly what I had planned for my day but that is how it is in the country. You never know what is going to happen next.
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