TheBanyanTree: I got his!!

[Dave]

Thanks. Sorry for the typos...
On Nov 27, 2015 11:28 PM, "Janice Money" <pmon3694 at bigpond.net.au> wrote:

> Yes.  It is a great story.  And nicely told.  Thanks.
>
> Janice
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: TheBanyanTree [mailto:thebanyantree-bounces at lists.remsset.com] On
> Behalf Of Dave
> Sent: Saturday, 28 November 2015 12:23 PM
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> Subject: Re: TheBanyanTree: I got his!!
>
> Thanks Jeri.
> On Nov 27, 2015 8:23 PM, "Jeri Xiques" <jer.xiques at gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > Great story, Dave!  Thanks for posting.
> >
> > Jeri
> >
> > On Fri, Nov 27, 2015 at 4:36 PM, David <dseaman77 at gmail.com> wrote:
> >
> > > Spin, “I got this”, cornfield.
> > >
> > > A Kia Soul is basically a box with wheels directly under the
> > > occupants of the car. Hitting a pile of snow at 65 mph in one of
> > > these vehicles has a very predictable outcome. Why there was a pile
> > > of snow on route 12 two miles out of Kankakee Illinois, when the
> > > rest of the Illinois highways
> > were
> > > clear, is something the snowplow driver would have to answer. It was
> > > his pile. He did leave it for us.
> > >
> > > I’ve lived my entire life in the northern half of the temperate
> > > deciduous forests and grew up driving in the snow. My father grew up
> > > driving in the snow. His father grew up driving in the snow. My snow
> > > driving expertise
> > is
> > > my heritage. Only I wasn’t driving.
> > >
> > > Spin, “I got this”, cornfield.
> > >
> > > Alyssa was driving. I was tired of driving so Alyssa was driving.
> > > Alyssa is a 23 year old hippie who has limited experienced driving in
> the snow.
> > > But, there was no snow, not on the roads, so I felt safe. So did the
> > hippie
> > > girl more than thirty years my junior.
> > >
> > > I am a nontraditional student at a community college over run by
> > > twenty something females and at the ripe old age of 53 have somehow
> > > acquired a vast army of twenty something female friends. The college
> > > offers jobs, classes, projects, and clubs to interact with other
> > > students. Over the years this army multiplied into a force to be
> > > reckoned with. My Facebook feed looks like a constant music festival
> > > is taking place. But Alyssa is the only hippie. Maybe the only
> > > hippie in Illinois. Maybe the last hippie in the world.
> > >
> > > Spin, “I got this”, cornfield.
> > >
> > > The inevitable outcome of the Kia Soul hitting a pile of snow at 65
> > > mph would be the flip. The roll. A top heavy box somehow going end
> > > over end hopefully coming to rest on what would be left of the
> > > tires. This was the direction we were heading. First the shock of
> > > the snow pile. Then the
> > spin.
> > > The Kia turned 180 degrees, and at that point Alyssa decided she
> > > wasn’t ready for the next 180, grabbed the wheel, and shouted, “I
> > > got this!”, gaining enough control enough to guide the Kia into the
> > > adjoining
> > cornfield.
> > >
> > > This caught the attention of the snowplow driver, who, probably
> > > feeling responsible, came to our aid, explaining it was possible to
> > > push the car out of the cornfield to the side road that ran
> > > perpendicular to the
> > highway.
> > >
> > > “I’m sorry. You look sturdy enough to do such a thing. I’ve spent
> > > the
> > last
> > > thirty or so years abusing my body with drugs, alcohol, cigarettes,
> > > and Netflix. I’ll call a tow truck.” But he was adamant. He had won
> > > Alyssa
> > over
> > > and she was very persuasive. So was her friend Erica, who was asleep
> > > in
> > the
> > > back during all of this.
> > >
> > > Erica is not a hippie. She’s more like a vampire. And a thin stick
> > > figure of a girl who worked out her sudden bout of panic attacks by
> > > helping
> > Alyssa
> > > push the Kia across the couple hundred yards of snow covered
> > > cornfield to the side road. I helped in the limited fashion my sad
> > > state of a physical body would allow. In the end none of us could
> > > speak through the coughing and spitting.
> > >
> > > Dear Alyssa,
> > >
> > > Navigating my piece of shit Kia out of a 360 spin without flipping
> > > it, landing upright in a cornfield with no damage, and no one hurt,
> > > was
> > nothing
> > > less than extraordinary. If I’m ever lucky enough to hear you
> > > announce
> > that
> > > you’ve “got” something in the future, I’ll know to be ready to
> > > experience greatness.
> > >
> > > Thank you,
> > >
> > > Dave
> > >
> > >
> >
>
>