Today’s Question Of The Day aims directly at the contentious and often problematic issues that crop up between our hobby and the world we live in. Ever since the first motorized carriages started to terrorize horse trails, the automobile has, for better or for worse, been forced to interact with the world at large. Humans usually wind up caught in the middle of some rather interesting situations as a result. Naturally, we’ve got our stories, and I’ll share one with you…mostly so that you know that we are looking for something a little more interesting than the story of you flattening an indecisive squirrel a couple of weeks back.
My first story is from 1998. I was trail-spotting for a K5 Blazer that had managed to slide off of the trail down a hill into some thick brush composed mostly of blackberry, salal bushes and dead logs. The recovery was actually going pretty well, but we had a couple of chunks of dead wood that were in the way between the Chevy and the trail, and the driver decided that instead of winching out, that he’d rather just try to scale over the wood and emerge from the bushes a hero.
Since I was only here to make sure that he didn’t bash a panel in, I just moved to the rear of the truck and waited for the inevitable moment where he would hang up on the transfer case and I’d have to run the winch cable anyways. The first log was barely a solid piece and broke up under the weight of the truck, but the second chunk was a bit more stout. The driver opened up the taps on the engine and the tires tore clean through the log and into the nest of some understandably pissed-off yellow jackets, who proceeded to pour out of the deadwood in force. Blackberry bushes be damned, I ran for it and somehow, managed to evade the stingers. Captain Leadfoot was not so lucky, and I never saw the Blazer without it’s cap on again.
I’ve heard stories of finding a possum in the car after leaving the sunroof open, a python seeking the warmth of an engine, and even a tale about a guy who came out of his house to be greeted by a catamount perched on top of his Buick, chilling like he owned the car. What have you got?