Originally Posted by
Captain Obvious
Monday actually, at 2am. Nothing good happens at 2am.
I'm driving back to WV, doing a midnight run because I was grilling chicken and drinking beer all day Sunday. In the Allegheny National Forest and I'm coming over a hill and there's what looks like debris in the road, small pile of rocks. I swerve to avoid it but my back tire catches it. Bang... flat.
So I pull over, no good spot to pull over to. On a hill (facing downward), narrow road, trees/woods all around. Wrestling the spare tire that was mounted underneath turned into the hardest part until I finally read the $#@!ing owners manual to figure out how to get to it. $#@!ing ricemobiles.
So I'm halfway through replacing the flat tire and a car pulls up, cops. For a while I thought about running off into the woods blindly. It just seemed like the right thing to do, especially when the cop asked if I needed help. I was eyeing his service handgun wondering if I could get it from him by surprise. I resisted, for the moment.
Turns out these two cops work with my son's old cub scout pack leader. Anyway, I didn't need help but they kept a light on my car so I could see what I was doing better and those dumptrucks that drive through the forest at night had to give us a wide berth since the cops light were on.
After I finished they asked me to drive safely. I really wanted to say to him "$#@! you" but I don't know why I didn't.