I was wrong
Everything negative I ever said about Kentucky I take back in full.
On Halloween night I was trying to head to a new acquaintance's house for a Halloween gathering. I grab the directions and a bowl of artichoke dip and head out into the misty, mid-forties night. The directions start "Take a right on Alexandria", which is not a road I live on, or one I'm actually familiar with, so I start heading south on a major road thinking I had overheard something about it being that direction. 4 miles of well-marked roads later, I leave the county and start thinking I need to turn around. The road quickly narrows to two sixty-miles-per-hour busy lanes with very few cross roads and no buildings. At the next sign of a turn off, I signal appropriately and take a left. All is fine, except now I'm on a smaller country road and want to be heading the other direction. Deciding it's safe, I decide to pull a three point turn on the narrow, but paved road. Point one goes well, point two goes well, and then we get to point three. In an effort to really make it, I tried to get a little too close to the edge of the pavement. Beyond the edge of the pavement was a 2 foot drop. With a thud, my front right tire falls off the pavement, leaving the frame of my car in contact with the edge of the pavement and one rear tire off the ground. I futiley try throwing my front-wheel-drive car in reverse and flooring it. I get out and wandering around the car looking confused and on the verge of tears. I'm in the middle of nowhere and don't know what to do. At this moment, a pair of headlights appears coming in my direction. I quickly turn on my flashers and greet the people who will be my saviors. They look at my car and quickly call their neighbors for a tow line without even asking. Another car pulls onto the road from the other direction, inquiring if everyone is o.k. and offering more help. These four random strangers push my car out of the ditch, give me directions and send me on my way. The whole episode took less than five minutes, but these people were amazingly nice, taking time out of their evenings and getting dirty to help an obviously distressed driver. Amazing.
After the accident last week where I hit a Sylvania exec and now this, I think I need a little better sense of the passenger side of my car.
On Halloween night I was trying to head to a new acquaintance's house for a Halloween gathering. I grab the directions and a bowl of artichoke dip and head out into the misty, mid-forties night. The directions start "Take a right on Alexandria", which is not a road I live on, or one I'm actually familiar with, so I start heading south on a major road thinking I had overheard something about it being that direction. 4 miles of well-marked roads later, I leave the county and start thinking I need to turn around. The road quickly narrows to two sixty-miles-per-hour busy lanes with very few cross roads and no buildings. At the next sign of a turn off, I signal appropriately and take a left. All is fine, except now I'm on a smaller country road and want to be heading the other direction. Deciding it's safe, I decide to pull a three point turn on the narrow, but paved road. Point one goes well, point two goes well, and then we get to point three. In an effort to really make it, I tried to get a little too close to the edge of the pavement. Beyond the edge of the pavement was a 2 foot drop. With a thud, my front right tire falls off the pavement, leaving the frame of my car in contact with the edge of the pavement and one rear tire off the ground. I futiley try throwing my front-wheel-drive car in reverse and flooring it. I get out and wandering around the car looking confused and on the verge of tears. I'm in the middle of nowhere and don't know what to do. At this moment, a pair of headlights appears coming in my direction. I quickly turn on my flashers and greet the people who will be my saviors. They look at my car and quickly call their neighbors for a tow line without even asking. Another car pulls onto the road from the other direction, inquiring if everyone is o.k. and offering more help. These four random strangers push my car out of the ditch, give me directions and send me on my way. The whole episode took less than five minutes, but these people were amazingly nice, taking time out of their evenings and getting dirty to help an obviously distressed driver. Amazing.
After the accident last week where I hit a Sylvania exec and now this, I think I need a little better sense of the passenger side of my car.
posted by Kimble at 7:29 PM
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