Make an appointment with a service technician. Tell him he should park his van at a particular cattle gate, remote from anywhere, where he’ll be met by a guy in a Jeep.
Have him follow the Jeep for miles and miles into the desert, over dirt roads that get increasingly narrow, bumpy, unmaintained, and far from anywhere.
The Jeep stops at a place where no house is in sight. A raggedy old guy in faded camo with two dogs and a big beat-up revolver gets out and walks to the van. “You can’t get in with that thing,” says the old guy. “From here we walk.”
Yeah. This is going to end well. If he’d stayed in college he’d be a dentist now. But no. Somewhere not at all near the back of his mind there’s banjo music and an old Burt Reynolds movie…
I swear, you always leave me with a smile.
And I’ll bet you enjoyed every moment of this poor guy’s confusion and discomfort… at least a little. 🙂
When I lived way out in the Mojave, the dirt roads were unmaintained and very bad. The crossroad to my “street” became a flooded wash when it rained hard, and nothing could move in or out then. I could go around that to the north, but the “roads” were little better than rock filled goat paths. I wound up having to pick up most freight packages in the little town because the drivers refused to come out there once I told them all the precautions. The post office would not deliver any closer than the state highway, so I had a P.O. box in town.
But, somehow, I managed to live there for 17 years, and get in and out most of the time in my little Geo Metro… Where there’s a will, there’s a way. 🙂 But, oh boy, I’d love to have had a Jeep!
You have my respect, ML. I’m familiar with that general area, I drove all through there in a Toyota 4Runner. I’m not a particularly intrepid 4-wheeler, but there are sure places I wouldn’t have taken a Geo Metro including some of the “roads.”
HAHA, Did you spit a big old glob of tobacco in his general direction? That would have made the impression longer lasting!