Ranger On The Move

After three weeks of sitting stranded on the side of the road, the Ranger is finally on its way to get fixed. With an appointment  set up with the mechanic, it was time to get this lovely red truck turned around and on its way. My father-in-law, Brent, called me up one day and asked if I wouldn't mind helping him.Well, Granny and I got the truck pushed to the side of the road in the first place so how hard would it be to move it again?

 Brent decided it would be best to put the truck in neutral and push it around in order to head it the right direction. For those of you that don't know already, it is not an easy task to maneuver a dead truck 360 degrees on a narrow road with a ditch on each side. It was a push and turn of the wheel, run to the front of the truck then push, then press the brake and turn the wheel, then run to the back of the truck then push, then brake and turn the wheel, then push then stop. Talk about a dizzying experience!

With the truck where we wanted it we hooked it up to the handy dandy Jeep and headed on our two mile excursion. Everything was going great...uphill. Going downhill was the real kicker. Being a witty and sometimes sarcastic person that I am, I made a wise decision to open my mouth and say something like, "You might as well just push me down this hill...sure would beat what we are doin now."

So with me in the Ranger steering, I was given a big 'ol push and down the hill I go. How do I find myself in these situations that leave me headed downhill in a vehicle without a good way to stop? And let me tell ya, that little Ranger scoots right along when you go down a decent sized hill!

As I scooted right on by Granny's house, she happened to look out. She gave me a look like wow...they actually got that truck goin again...WRONG! We were doing just fine until the bottom of the hill. She then realized that the truck really wasn't running. As the truck came to a halt, Brent hooked me back up to the Jeep and went on our merry way...until the next hill.

After several pushes down the hills we made it to the mechanics...all in one piece! My abs are still sore from laughing! Something about rolling down hills in a vehicle uncontrollably. Well, I did have the use of brakes if I really needed them but hey, you need some thrill and adventure sometimes right?!?! Is it sad that I consider this really adventurous?

Living in a very small town you learn to find things that bring you enjoyment. Now this might be against the law but I absolutely love washing my windows. Does it bring me enjoyment? Why yes it does! Does it bring adventure? Why of course...especially when you stand on a 50 + year old step stool while trying to reach the top of the windows. OK, this may be considered dangerous and stupid instead of adventurous but oh well. You are only young once.

There is something about having the cleanest windows in town. This actually may be the truth. Is it sad that people in town talk about how clean my windows are? Nah...I just like to see out! The key to clean windows, the type that birds fly into, is vinegar and water and newspaper. I have used my fair share of other products and nothing compares.

As far as a testimony goes, I have had several birds fly into my windows and die. The windows are just that clean. Dan was about to head out of the door one morning and there goes the famous CLUNK noise. I knew exactly what that meant. That meant I had the cleanest darn windows in town!