Pam got the Kia stuck in our Driveway of Death a few days ago. I got it unstuck, and promptly got it stuck myself. Not only did I get it stuck, but worse. I had it on the edge of the driveway, ready to slide off into the toulies.
We tried digging it out ourselves, but to no avail. I called AAA, and the first guy who called only had a flatbed truck. I described our driveway, and he decided to pass. Later, I had a surprising knock on the door of our unabomber cabin. It was tow truck guy #2. He walked down our driveway to tell me he wouldn't dare drive his truck down here.
Pam put a may day call out on Facebook, and within ten minutes had a response from her friend Stephanie. Her boss, Brian Manzer, runs a sand and gravel pit in nearby Northville, and Brian would come over.
I was up on the highway shoveling where the tractor had been parked, before I got it stuck down the Driveway of Death, to make it bigger for the Kia when Brian arrived. I had him park on the road and walk down the Driveway of Death to take a look. He was concerned, but figured he could do it.
First Brian plowed out a bit at the top of the driveway, which isn't too steep. Then he backed down, spreading sand as he went, and plowing a bit here and there. He stopped his truck, attached a nylon tow strap to the Kia and his truck, and yanked the Kia out. The Kia only moved a few feet when the nylon strap came off, but Pam drove the all-wheel-drive Kia out right behind Brian's 4x4 truck.
When we all got to the road, Brian then plowed out where the Kia would go on the landing. When he finished, I asked how much I owed him. Brian just smiled. No really. I can go to the cabin and get my checkbook. Brian just smiled some more, got in his truck, and drove away.
Such is life on Bleecker Mountain. Neighbors taking care of neighbors.
Our Kia is now parked on the landing by the road, and we will walk up and down the Driveway of Death until we leave for Florida. It is a small price to pay to live in our small patch of paradise.
We tried digging it out ourselves, but to no avail. I called AAA, and the first guy who called only had a flatbed truck. I described our driveway, and he decided to pass. Later, I had a surprising knock on the door of our unabomber cabin. It was tow truck guy #2. He walked down our driveway to tell me he wouldn't dare drive his truck down here.
Pam put a may day call out on Facebook, and within ten minutes had a response from her friend Stephanie. Her boss, Brian Manzer, runs a sand and gravel pit in nearby Northville, and Brian would come over.
I was up on the highway shoveling where the tractor had been parked, before I got it stuck down the Driveway of Death, to make it bigger for the Kia when Brian arrived. I had him park on the road and walk down the Driveway of Death to take a look. He was concerned, but figured he could do it.
First Brian plowed out a bit at the top of the driveway, which isn't too steep. Then he backed down, spreading sand as he went, and plowing a bit here and there. He stopped his truck, attached a nylon tow strap to the Kia and his truck, and yanked the Kia out. The Kia only moved a few feet when the nylon strap came off, but Pam drove the all-wheel-drive Kia out right behind Brian's 4x4 truck.
When we all got to the road, Brian then plowed out where the Kia would go on the landing. When he finished, I asked how much I owed him. Brian just smiled. No really. I can go to the cabin and get my checkbook. Brian just smiled some more, got in his truck, and drove away.
Such is life on Bleecker Mountain. Neighbors taking care of neighbors.
Our Kia is now parked on the landing by the road, and we will walk up and down the Driveway of Death until we leave for Florida. It is a small price to pay to live in our small patch of paradise.
That is an incredibly nice neighbor! I'm glad everything worked out. It sure is nice to hear about the good things out there in this world. I get so tired of all the negativity.
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