What do you say to the down-East’er who quietly but methodically helps you get your car out of his driveway at the end of a dirt (and icy) cul-de-sac after you’ve tried unsuccessfully to turn around?
That was me yesterday, stuck on my way to visit some friends. I made the wrong turn, and there I was on this desolate summer-camp road. A car was in front of the house but it looked like no one was home, so after literally spinning my wheels, I cautiously started walking the quarter-mile, icy road to the main highway. I knew I needed help.
And then there was help, diving up behind me. “I got up late this morning and looked out and saw your car. Hop in, I think I can get you out.”
And with that he backed up the entire way, giving me instruction as we went. As I got into my car, he threw down some sand, told me where to back up and how to keep going forward, and voila, I was ready.
But before I started, I called out the window, “Once I get going, I’m not going to stop, so, thank you.”
(I didn’t take any photos, so here’s one of the moonrise last night.)
That was me yesterday, stuck on my way to visit some friends. I made the wrong turn, and there I was on this desolate summer-camp road. A car was in front of the house but it looked like no one was home, so after literally spinning my wheels, I cautiously started walking the quarter-mile, icy road to the main highway. I knew I needed help.
And then there was help, diving up behind me. “I got up late this morning and looked out and saw your car. Hop in, I think I can get you out.”
And with that he backed up the entire way, giving me instruction as we went. As I got into my car, he threw down some sand, told me where to back up and how to keep going forward, and voila, I was ready.
But before I started, I called out the window, “Once I get going, I’m not going to stop, so, thank you.”
(I didn’t take any photos, so here’s one of the moonrise last night.)