Night before last as I was finishing my evening rounds I stopped by the ranch house, as is my wont, to chat with the Matriarch and Patriarch and to pick up Nona the Wonder Dog.
It was after dark, this being January and the time being 6:30 p.m. or so. Because I'd had a slip on the ice earlier in the day, I pulled ahead a bit farther in the driveway and a tad to the left so as to avoid stepping out on a patch of solid phase dihydrogen monooxide. In doing this my pickup ended up being parked on a heading of roughly 355, rather than the more usual due north.
Thus were born the seeds of disaster.
Finished chatting and with Nona the Wonder Dog in her usual seat in the pickup, I fired up the motor and backed -- as is my habit -- straight back. I checked the mirrors, as is also my habit, and everything looked fine.
Everything was fine, too, all the way up until the moment I smashed into the pole holding the satellite dish. Ruh-Roh.
Nona the Wonder Dog gave me a baleful glare. I'm quite sure she rolled her eyes as well. I may not speak dog but I got her message loud and clear. "Damme sure didn't hit the master lottery, did I?"
I scrambled out to assess the damage, predictably looking first at my pickup. Taillights intact, no visible dent. Good.
Looking at the satellite dish I noted that the pole was still vertical and appeared to be intact. I glanced through the living room window and my dad appeared to be still watching TV. Through the kitchen window I could see that mom's TV was still on. Yay! No harm, no foul. I considered reporting the incident, but what the hell I thought, no reason to bother them with a non-problem.
The next morning, after the sun rose and the world was nicely illuminated, I glanced outside and saw that the plastic lens on my right rear taillight was broken. Shit!
I quickly drove to the ranch house. The satellite dish still looked okay, though it was bent ever so slightly. Inside the house both televisions were off.
"Is your television working," I asked dad.
"Hasn't been working since you bashed into it last night," he said.
Fortunately the pole bent back into true with only a little effort and the system could once again pick up the satellite signal.
"Well," said dad, after he carefully checked reception on all 300 channels, "maybe you'll get a birthday present after all. But don't count on it."
|You can see the tire track.|
I came sooooo close to not hitting the damme thing too. But I...
Gotta replace a damme taillight, too. Thank god for Amazon.
I have done a very similar with my Ranger, and smashed the same side tail lamp.ReplyDelete
I wonder if there's a Ranger Busted Taillight Club?Delete
Didn't hurt the tree at all.ReplyDelete
Trees are solid. Really solid.Delete
Geez, slip on the ice, knocked out your parents TV and busted your tail light, and all Nona did was roll her eyes? Good thing you don't interpret Dog, you missed her laugh!ReplyDelete
Good point! She's a good dog sticking with me. Got the patience of a Saint...Bernard. Rim-shot/lol/sorry, couldn't help m-self...Delete
When I saw the title I assumed that you had somehow injured yourself. Was pleased to discover that wasn't the case.ReplyDelete
I'm sure Nona is used to you by now. As, apparently, are your parents.
Me too! I'm gonna have to be more thoughtful and measured on my titles. Nona's willing to put up with a lot so long as I throw the ball for her. And it's been a long haul for the folks, but they seem to be coming to terms with my bumbling ways.Delete
Having repeatedly warned my bride about backing out of the garage and the required clearance for door mounted mirrors I managed to find out that said mirrors, particularly the one on the right door, don't flex worth a darn. They aren't cheap ($130.00) but the good news is that they are easy to install. And, of course, now I have to listen to all the crap about being careful backing out.ReplyDelete
It doesn't take reality long to lay us low when we get too big for our britches, does it? Last year i gave out a long lecture on getting stuck in deep snow and in less than a day found myself buried in a deep drift, having followed exactly none of own advice.Delete
I remember that story!Delete
It's GOOOD to leave a legacy!Delete
Out of curiosity, I went to Amazon. I typed in Ford Ranger, and the site finished it with taillight. WE aren't the only ones!ReplyDelete
No we're not. $35 is way better than the $350 my local shop quoted. I could really use a pickup padded in nerf.Delete