I was thinking the other day about when I first received my drivers license. I was so confident and a little cocky about driving. We had just moved to Greenbush and I wanted to go see my friend Tricia. She lived three miles out of town on the highway. When I arrived I was ready to show off all of my awesome driving skills so I asked her to go for a ride. We took a gravel road that runs parallel to their property. I had been down that road thousands of times since I was a child, so I had no apprehension what so ever. I pulled on to the gravel and stepped on the gas. Things went well for about the first minute. Then to my dismay I was going to fast and starting to fishtail on the loose gravel. Yikes! What now? Well of course I would slam on the brakes right. Well I can’t exactly remember if I hit the brakes or the accelerator, but I do know I was in the field heading right for the river! I finally found the brake and it is no lie we stopped right on the edge of the river! Holy Crap! I didn’t know whether or not to laugh or cry at that point, but I was grateful for our safety.
I was at her house a couple of weekends ago and we took the Ranger down that gravel road with our two little boys. I shook my head and we had a good laugh remembering that crazy ride! What an idiot! Oh well I think my driving has improved a little bit:-)