Dang!!! I can't seem to catch a break. First there was the deal last night with the puter glitch and now this... I finished that last paragraph and hopped into the shower, a quick pat down and into my sunday go to meeting clothes.
Soon I was off to church. To save a few minutes (I was running behind) I took the short cut through the country.
We've had snow on the ground for a couple of days that started as rain that quickly froze making for a slick base when the snow came down.
With warm temperatures coming the icy backroads were not only icy, they had a lot of moisture sitting on top.
It came out of nowhere. First I'm going down the road enjoying the sunshine and then I'm whipping around in circles down that same road.
There was no correcting the skid, no brakes applied just me heading for the plowed field beside the road backwards.
In the brief time it took, I was calm. Worst case was that I'd slide off into the frozen plowed field, stop and shift into 4WD and drive out.
Of course I didn't account for the culvert that came out from under the road right in my path.
It hooked the right front tire just right and flipped the truck. Tightly strapped in all I could do was relax and hope for the best.
I remember feeling my head hit the roof or vice versa and there I was hanging upside down in my seat.
For an instant I worried about fire but let that thought go.
I was able to release the buckle of my belt and slide onto the ceiling of the cab. It took a little squirming to get my fat body moved around to reach the window switch but I got that done and slithered out the hole into the muddy field in my dress clothes.
I loved that truck and I doubt it will be repairable. I sure wasn't ready to take on a new car payment, but such is life.
I'll be back in a bit with more tales of hunting and fellowship, but for now I'm resting and nursing a bruised ego mourning my truck.
I'm sure God has more important things to do than watch after my dumb butt, but I'm glad he does. All praise be to the Lord God on high.