So this morning’s first chore was to dash into town with D&L to talk to the guy at the repair shop about the Jeep. I was going to phone but they wanted to do their regular Monday trip early, so that was the way it was. He’ll work on it at his leisure and call me with an estimate when he’s figured out the problem.
The regular Monday trip means going to the food store (senior discount day) for groceries and water. I had two water bottles, which I had already determined would fit in the milk crate I’d zip-tied to the back of S’s quad along with a very few groceries, which was all I wanted.
It didn’t occur to me that that’s a lot of weight, and not all of it is over the quad’s tiny rear rack. But everything was okay until I hit the embankment of the wash, when…well…
Fortunately the mud was nice and soft, so nothing broke except the zip-ties. Also fortunately, since I have not yet achieved perfect idiocy, I had some rope and could affect field repairs on the spot.
I kinda miss the Jeep.
Not a disasterous outcome. You had a backup plan in place without perhaps even knowing it. Could be worse. Coulda been ammo while crossing a creek. Or like the time “somebody” caught his motorcycle on fire in a swamp. That was exciting…
” I had some rope and could affect field repairs on the spot.”
OK Joel. You win the MacGyver award. Unfortunately, it’s not monetary in nature.
“Or like the time “somebody” caught his motorcycle on fire in a swamp.”
Not naming any names, are we? Well, then. But that story does bear a little more telling, either in comments here or as a little anecdote for Backwoods Home.
Good thing you didn’t end up underneath it!!