There are a few realities that those of us who live beyond the pavement have to accept as a part of life.
Important things – like fresh gravel.
One might think that fresh gravel would be a good thing, after all it fills in holes and those nasty ruts that come after a heavy rain.
But the initiated know better. They slow down to almost Amish buggy speed on fresh gravel. They’ve learned the hard way that fresh gravel is slick.
It just lays on top of the existing surface like a pile of marbles on your living room floor. if you drive too fast it can send you flying where you don’t expect to go.
Like upside down in the ditch.
Just ask Angel Girl.
But that’s not all – they also know that fresh gravel is sharp.
Like puncture a tire sharp.
As in four new tires in the last two months sharp.
So sharp we punctured a brand new tire within weeks of buying it. Weeks.
I jokingly said, “Those folks at the tire store must really love us after all the money we’ve spent there this spring!”
Then – a few days later – Angel Girl got a card in the mail. No return address but it had a local postmark. She opened it and held up a nice graduation card with a gift card inside. She looked confused. “Who are these people?” she asked.
A quick look at the signatures made me laugh out loud.
The owners of the local tire store.
I knew they liked us!