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February 20, 2012

i should don’t

Instead of keeping my promise to George and heading home to write another witty missive, instead I gathered my wits and trucked them down to the bar where my crew were celebrating another evening of being alive. Instead I should don’t do that, but I did.

After a few beers one gentleman new to town asked if it might be possible to drive his all wheel drive Audi wagon on a beach. I won’t name names or disclose locations since this beach is Federal land and we could have been over the legal blood alcohol limit. But it turns out his Audi can get on the beach – there’s just a crazy sand cliff that sneaks up on you when you are driving without headlights to avoid detection.

The all wheel audi will need two men and lots of driftwood and two full hours of constant frantic digging, the kind of digging a hopeful jungle prisoner would exhibit should he be left alone for a short time and sense an opportunity to tunnel to freedom before the natives return to the beach to roast him alive. Once all the wheels have a reasonable share of the vehicles weight, it will handle like a dream.

And that’s why there was no blogging last night.

3 Comments

  1. I am glad you are passing along some of the driving hints I gave you. At least you didn’t end up at the bottom of a ravine this time.

    Comment by al — February 20, 2012 @ 10:25 pm

  2. It was like digging out of a snow bank. But warmer. Except it was raining off and on.
    Do you still have dreams about dying in a car?

    Comment by Rolston — February 21, 2012 @ 10:51 pm

  3. Sometimes, mostly though it is about missed oppurtinities. Like we/you/us should have bedded that woman who gave us a ride down the hill……

    Comment by al — February 23, 2012 @ 1:19 am

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