Wreck
Well here we are at the first entry into this grand but perhaps ultimately non-important web log. I've done this kind of thing before (see here) but I seem to always lose interest after a while, mainly because I feel like I can never express myself in the way that I really want to. However, when I go back and read this stuff after a long while, I actually gain new insights into myself. So, perhaps I will find a motivation to keep this going this time. We shall see.
Onto the drivilous recounting of a days events: Today's events were not so drivilous. Yesterday I moved back to Tulsa from Tuscaloosa, Alabama (more of which I will probably talk about in future posts). Today I hit the road back to Alabama to return the pickup truck I had borrowed from a friend. However, I am writing this as I sit in Tulsa, not Tuscaloosa, because as I got about 30 minutes down the Muskogee Turnpike, the rain I was travelling through decided to end the relationship my rear wheels were having with the road. Upon the loss of intimacy the tire treads were enjoying with the pavement, the natural laws of physics that were working upon the truck took over and proceeded to let me enjoy a couple of 360 degree views of the landscape around me. These views came to an end suddenly when a new relationship was formed between the right rear of the truck bed and the large concrete dividing wall between the eastbound and westbound lanes of the highway. This relationship was not a pleasant one, as the concrete wall did not show flexibility and understanding, and left the truck bed and right rear wheel very badly hurt when their time together was over. The rear window of the cab also decided to flee the scene in about 150,000 different directions.
Fortunately I was eventually able to bend the mangled metal away from the shredded wheel, replace the tire, and work my way back to Tulsa. All in the pouring rain. Thanks for the help, Chris. You're the man. God will reward you.
I constantly tell people that God makes the right things happen. I've had to say that a lot recently, mainly to myself. But I have to believe that this is part of that, for whatever reason. Perhaps future posts here will reveal that, who knows. Anyway, I'm hanging out here in Tulsa until I can get all the repairs straightened out and, hopefully, insurance figured out. Thankfully Byron, the gracious owner of the truck, has been polite, at least to me.
More to come.
Onto the drivilous recounting of a days events: Today's events were not so drivilous. Yesterday I moved back to Tulsa from Tuscaloosa, Alabama (more of which I will probably talk about in future posts). Today I hit the road back to Alabama to return the pickup truck I had borrowed from a friend. However, I am writing this as I sit in Tulsa, not Tuscaloosa, because as I got about 30 minutes down the Muskogee Turnpike, the rain I was travelling through decided to end the relationship my rear wheels were having with the road. Upon the loss of intimacy the tire treads were enjoying with the pavement, the natural laws of physics that were working upon the truck took over and proceeded to let me enjoy a couple of 360 degree views of the landscape around me. These views came to an end suddenly when a new relationship was formed between the right rear of the truck bed and the large concrete dividing wall between the eastbound and westbound lanes of the highway. This relationship was not a pleasant one, as the concrete wall did not show flexibility and understanding, and left the truck bed and right rear wheel very badly hurt when their time together was over. The rear window of the cab also decided to flee the scene in about 150,000 different directions.
Fortunately I was eventually able to bend the mangled metal away from the shredded wheel, replace the tire, and work my way back to Tulsa. All in the pouring rain. Thanks for the help, Chris. You're the man. God will reward you.
I constantly tell people that God makes the right things happen. I've had to say that a lot recently, mainly to myself. But I have to believe that this is part of that, for whatever reason. Perhaps future posts here will reveal that, who knows. Anyway, I'm hanging out here in Tulsa until I can get all the repairs straightened out and, hopefully, insurance figured out. Thankfully Byron, the gracious owner of the truck, has been polite, at least to me.
More to come.
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