Friday, November 20, 2009

Dumb ass moment for the year. Good thing the year is almost over, and I don't have to try and beat it.

Oh... So this is what Scott's truck would look like if I rolled it into a canal at night. We were driving out to a tack auction in Jerome lastnight. I thought I knew where we were going, but I guess I was wrong. Heading down Bob Barton highway, I realized we were not where we were supposed to be. I started to turn the truck around just fine. Headed back the way we came I started to pull back onto the road, but I guess I got too close to the edge. The passenger side started to tip down and the next thing I knew we weren't going forwards, we were sliding down through the weeds onto the passenger side. Scott asked "Are we rolling?" Hell yeah the fucking truck was going over on the roof. I felt like I was inside a front loader washing machine. I bashed the crap out of my shoulder on the roof of the car. We ended up with the drivers side of the truck in the bottom of the canal. I didn't what was going on. I wondered if we were ever going to stop moving. Then we needed to get out of the truck NOW. I righted myself towards up, and started telling Scott to get off me and get out of the truck. Get out now. He was still trying to figure which was was up. He got the passenger door opened straight up. I Needed to get out of the truck. I was so scared of being stuck inside there. When I think now, what if the truck had gotten stuck on the roof, we wouldn't have been able to get the doors open, it scares the crap out of me. Some one had pulled off the side of the road, and was coming back as I climbed out of the truck. Scott came out right behind me. I couldn't understand the Mexican he was jabbering at me for a second. Then I realized he was asking if we were ok, and if anyone else was in the truck. I used his phone to dial 911. I couldn't remeber what road we were on. I remembered we were started on 93. We were past the 200 west road. The dispatch operator said he'd track the GPS on the phone. Then I remembered we'd turned down Bob Barton. Scott had a few little cuts on either side of his head. My shoulder finally started to hurt. I didn't remeber having banged it. The sherriff finally got there and the nice Mexican guy wished us good luck and drove off. Another lady had stopped and she waited around for just a little after they got there and she left as well. The sherriff called out an ambulance since Scott had a little bit of blood on his head. They came and didn't even put a band aid on his shiney scalp. It wasn't bad. The sherriff looked at out reports, and came back with a grin on his face. "How do you like working for Dan?" Dan and Rhonda own Windswept Kennels where I work, and Dan used to be a Jerome police officer. I just had to laugh. They take really good care of me over there, was my answer. So here is some pics of the truck.

And here is the ditch we fell in. After we opened the passenger side door, the side of the truck was almost level with the side of the raod. We just had to step up a little off the truck to get out. It wasn't just a ditch, it was an irrigation canal. Thank God the water was shut off for the winter. We don't irrigate here in the winter.

Here is why, at night in the dark, I couldn't see the drop off. I also smashed down all the weeds growing out of the canal that made it look like just the side of the road.

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