I asked, “If I drive the Durango down to my studio, do you think I’ll get stuck?”
“Nah, it goes pretty good. ‘Sides, if you do, I’ll come pull you out.”
Jinxed right there.
It’s tricky driving down there, it’s slanted and short of room by the dog kennel… so, yes, after I unloaded some boxes of crafting supplies, I tried it. Maybe if there wasn’t soft snow on top of crusty snow with a fine layer of ice mixed in… but there was.
My fifth attempt was close, so on my sixth, I gave it even more gas, and spun sideways thanks to the slant, as previously mentioned. I now faced downhill, 90 degrees from how I started.
I *could* go downhill… across the dip of the field and up towards the shop… but I knew the snow was even deeper there.
What the hell? He’s gotta pull me out anyway, let’s see exactly HOW stuck I can get my car!
Come to find out, I can get it stuck enough the pickup couldn’t get enough traction either (and he was smart enough not to get too close to the Durango), so he left for the tractor.
You know, I’ve been with him plenty of times when he’s gotten stuck… and we just get out and do whatever needs to be done to get us unstuck… no big deal. But when *I’m* driving… it’s different. I get upset. I feel inadequate… an indictment of my driving skills… I get mad. I get frustrated! I always feel if *he* were driving, we wouldn’t be pulling out chains and tractors to get me UNSTUCK.
Vernon doesn’t care, it’s just me.
Why is that?
I got over it quickly enough… it’s not like we were stuck all day or anything!
Besides, I got the best comment from Patr who insisted my Durango was now a Duran-no-go! That made me laugh! Wish I’d thought of it!
(If you didn’t see the pic from yesterday, click here.)
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