I’ve had many “firsts” here at Pinedale. First time living in the South… first time sweating in the Spring season… first time having to say, “make that tea UN-sweetened, please.” However, perhaps the most monumental “first” was accomplished last night as I obliviously drove down into a ditch while attempting to make a U-turn.
Yes, I am okay. Yes, my car is alright. No, I wasn’t intoxicated.
Last night as I was waiting for Candace outside the church, I pulled off to the side to get out of the way of those trying to get to the highway. Welp, Candace came out… got in, and I thought, “hmm… I either back up or make a quick U-turn. I’m in a little rabbit, surely this is no big deal.” What I failed to realize was that I was about to make a U-turn into a ginormo ditch, so what was seemingly “no big deal” turned into a tiny problem. The “somewhat-level” grass dropped down. At first, I assumed I just miscalculated and tried to put it in reverse (yes, I really am that dumb). Within seconds, about ten students came running to my car, and one youth leader said, “You’re going to need to call a tow truck.” I looked out my window to the ground and replied, “Wait a minute, are my back wheels in the air?”
Fortunately for me, an elder at Pinedale owns a body shop and came to my rescue. My car is fine, no catastrophic damage done. Funniest part of all? Although I would love to tell you I was dodging a deer or a small child, I really just drove straight down into the ditch thinking it was a flat-level plain.