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libby

February 13, 2013, 08:11:00 PM
Lately I've thinkin' about going back home, which for me, is the Bluefield, WV area. Was thinking yesterday about one time, several years ago, when I drove there with Shirley, a friend from Delaware. We got a late start because she was late getting to my house, so it was close to dark when we got there. She had reserved a room at a motel on Cumberland Road and I planned to spend at least a night or two with my sister on the Virginia side.

It was getting dark when I dropped her off and headed down College Avenue. As I got closer to the road split, a big pickup truck came up behind me, and his lights just about blinded me. He apparently was in a hurry, and stayed close behind, so I decided to pull over to the right lane and let him by and then pull back over for my left turn. But he pulled over also, and in the dark I was afraid I'd miss my turn in the curve and find myself headed to Tazewell (which I've done before), so decided to make the right turn and go towards Hardee's (on the Virginia side), get rid of that pickup truck, and then turn around. So I turned right, with the pickup close behind me  :rant: and as I rounded the curve decided to pull into a business parking lot on the left and turn around there.

The next thing I knew, as I turned into the driveway, my left front wheel slipped down into a deep ditch I hadn't seen. So there I was, the back end of my car in the road, and I couldn't move forward or backwards. I didn't have a cell phone with me, and was close to panic when I realized the pickup truck had pulled in on my right. The driver, a big man, got out, came over to me and said he was so sorry that he'd been following me too closely and caused me to miss the turn. And, "Don't worry, I'll pull you out," he said.

Then, another pickup truck pulled up, and the fellow in that truck said the first truck driver couldn't get me out by himself, so he'd help. I got out on the right side and stood there in the dark while they talked about needing some kind of ?hitch or something, and another truck or two pulled up. Then I saw lights flashing, and a sheriff's car, and thought, "Oh, Lord. He'll think I'm drunk, and   :confused: :eek:"  but what did that sweet man do? He told me not to worry, that he'd divert traffic while they got me out of there. And he did, and they got my car out and turned around. Then, when I got ready to get back into my car, the men stood there looking at me, and the one who'd followed me too closely said, "Oh, I am so-o-o sorry," and I said, "Don't worry. I'm just glad y'all got me out." Then the sheriff's car guided me out and got me back to my turn-off.

When I walked into my sister's house, she and her husband stood there looking at me, and she said, "What in the world happened to you?" I told them, and she said, "we need to get you cleaned up. I hope your clothes aren't ruined." I didn't know what she meant until I looked in a full-length mirror and saw that I was splattered from head to toe with black mud! :lol:
All of life is a process of testing and initiation, always preparing for a higher level of consciousness -- and illumination. -- John Horn

Locutus

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February 15, 2013, 05:15:35 PM
That's a cool story.  If that would have happened here in south Florida, you would have been stuck and would have had to call for help and pay a good amount of money to have your car pulled out of the ditch.  :yes:
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"We are all connected; To each other, biologically. To the earth, chemically. To the rest of the universe atomically."  -- Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson

libby

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February 15, 2013, 10:39:36 PM
Quote from: Locutus on February 15, 2013, 05:15:35 PM
That's a cool story.  If that would have happened here in south Florida, you would have been stuck and would have had to call for help and pay a good amount of money to have your car pulled out of the ditch.  :yes:
And the same or worse would've happened here in the D.C. metro area. Traffic is so bad (now the worst in the nation) that you risk getting killed if you break down and step out of your car.

On a lighter note, when I was new here and had an appointment for a job interview, looked at a map to see where it was -- didn't look too far, so off I went. Problem was the traffic was heavy and as I merged I somehow ended up in the innermost lane of three (or four) and couldn't get back to the right.  Everybody was going way too fast for me. After a few miles of gripping the steering wheel and wondering how in the world I was going to get over to exit, a police car came up behind me and motioned me over to the right. Scared me half to death. He came up to my car, stood there looking at me, and finally said, "Young lady, you look like you're just about my age.  But you're not going to live much longer if you keep driving that slowly in the fast lane!"



All of life is a process of testing and initiation, always preparing for a higher level of consciousness -- and illumination. -- John Horn

Locutus

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February 15, 2013, 10:44:44 PM
:rotfl:

That's an even funnier story. 
One of the gravest dangers to the survival of our republic is an ignorant electorate routinely feeding at the trough of propaganda.   -- Locutus

"We are all connected; To each other, biologically. To the earth, chemically. To the rest of the universe atomically."  -- Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson

Palehorse

#4
February 17, 2013, 01:46:12 PM
True Story:

At one point in my life I held a position as a Chauffeur for an organization in Chicago. One day as I was sitting in the limo lot at O'Hare airport, I got a call on the car phone to go down to Terminal 2 for a VIP Charter. I wheeled the super stretch down to the terminal and out comes this group of folks; Gary Morris and his entourage.



They pile into the car and tell me they have to get to Lambs Farm for a benefit within 40 minutes or so. 90 miles from there and in heavy traffic. . .  :spooked:

I begin explaining to them that this was the case, and the manager throws 500 bucks onto the front seat and says, "Just get us there. We'll take care of the tickets, etc. . " So off I go, running the shoulders and doing just under 100MPH in heavy traffic. I couldn't take a second to see the faces whizzing by me on the left and right as I snaked through gaps for a more advantageous positioning. . . Until I saw the disco lights from an Illinois State Trooper in the rear-view mirror. . .

Now, as soon as these guys got into the car Morris kicked off his shit kickers, (no socks), and they began smoking marijuana in the back. (I put up the partition sealing me off from the clouds of smoke billowing out of their lungs).
With a trooper on my ass and a cloud of Mary Jane Smoke in the back cabin, I was in a real slick pickle now. So I slowed to a stop and jumped out of the car to take my lumps.

The trooper was pissed, and as his jaws worked that wad of Red Man and spittle emitted from his flapping gums, I tried to explain to him that I had a VIP in the car and he needed to be at the Lamb's Farm Benefit in the next 20 minutes.

He spat and said, Oh Yeah, just who the hell have you got in there? I told him who it was and he said, "Really? I want to meet him." (Oh Shit).

He rapped on the window and  Mr Morris rolled it down, a thick cloud of weed-smoke billowing from the window and the now opened sun-roof. (I'm dead. I'm going to be on the front page of the National Enquirer).

That trooper just grinned from ear to ear, and shoved his face in front of Mr. Morris', shook his hand and asked him to autograph his ticket book. After the quick introductions, the trooper turned to me and said, "Follow me. I'll get you there." And we took off for Lambs Farm at speeds in excess of 100mph.

I got him there, got full back stage access for the balance of the event, and met and broke bread / spoke with / drank back-stage with the Grateful Dead; who were on stage when we arrived and who Morris followed.  :biggrin:
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Locutus

#5
February 17, 2013, 01:55:15 PM
Awesome story!
One of the gravest dangers to the survival of our republic is an ignorant electorate routinely feeding at the trough of propaganda.   -- Locutus

"We are all connected; To each other, biologically. To the earth, chemically. To the rest of the universe atomically."  -- Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson

libby

#6
February 17, 2013, 03:43:49 PM
  Yes, PH. Great story.  :laugh: Lucky  you.


All of life is a process of testing and initiation, always preparing for a higher level of consciousness -- and illumination. -- John Horn

libby

#7
July 04, 2013, 12:13:23 PM
I'm still recovering from a 5 day trip to Bluefield. Enjoyed every minute I was there! The two people I expected to go with me cancelled at the last minute, but, except for being caught in three big storms, two on the way there and one on the way back home, I enjoyed the trip.

Driving by myself is kinda like meditation, as is walking, and I needed some time alone to think. The last two years have been like being stuck in fast forward. No time to stop and consider what has been happening; just act/react, and the reacting sometimes gets me in trouble, especially when I am passionate about something or somebody.


All of life is a process of testing and initiation, always preparing for a higher level of consciousness -- and illumination. -- John Horn
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