.....EUCLID EATS A SOFA
So, like I'm minding my own business finishing up the last day of classes at our august institution of higher education when I get a call from my (sort of) neighbor G.T. Something or other about dropping off some foliage by the river. Didn't quite make sense, but what the heck, it might mean a ride in his way-cool truck through some stuff I'd probably be too chicken to do on my own. 10 minutes later I'm climbing into his truck--whoops--baby on board!! (not the 22 year old kind mind you)--sure enough, there was 8 month old J.G.T strapped safely to the rear bank in his own seat. I took this in (as well as the sizeable tree limb resting atop the roof rack) as I was handed a cold Pabst and we rumbled down Riverside towards the Mighty Pearl. We only lost the foliage once thanks to the effects of the Yazoo clay--not even old man Emu can resist it.
So we cruise through the neighborhood towards the river, beneath the freeway. We pass all manner of garbage dumped wantonly by previous visitors--including a large, plush living room sofa with all cushions in place. I casually mention how trashy it looks. Greg mutters something about it making all people who drive 4x4s look bad. We pass the gates and enter a different world. Suddenly there is mud, trees I can reach through the window and touch, frightening angles--what is the Landcruiser tipover angle I inquire--38 degrees comes forth with an assuring "we're not even close". I swallow my stomach once or twice and we press on. We drop off the tree branch and after sliding, oozing and some "very mild" fishtailing Greg finally agrees to put it in four wheel drive. All the while we hear only occaissional gurgles from JG--until we stop for a moment to contemplate an angle or back up for a second attempt--then he starts to squawk as only one of his diminutive age can. "Keep wheeling" I translate....we move on, he gets quiet. The little guy is digging this like a native.
After 10 minutes or so of this Gregs cell phone rings and a voice at the other end indicates it's time for JG and GT to come home for supper. We retrace our tracks---some a little deeper than when we first passed and leave--not without regret--for the quiet, paved streets of home. Oh, and on the way out the plush sofa was an irresistable challenge. Hmm.....Just what would be the affect of over 6000lbs of vehicle rolling over the plywood frame and springs of someones former comfortable living room furniture? I'm sure the reader can imagine.
Yes, I know. This thread is worthless without pix.
So, like I'm minding my own business finishing up the last day of classes at our august institution of higher education when I get a call from my (sort of) neighbor G.T. Something or other about dropping off some foliage by the river. Didn't quite make sense, but what the heck, it might mean a ride in his way-cool truck through some stuff I'd probably be too chicken to do on my own. 10 minutes later I'm climbing into his truck--whoops--baby on board!! (not the 22 year old kind mind you)--sure enough, there was 8 month old J.G.T strapped safely to the rear bank in his own seat. I took this in (as well as the sizeable tree limb resting atop the roof rack) as I was handed a cold Pabst and we rumbled down Riverside towards the Mighty Pearl. We only lost the foliage once thanks to the effects of the Yazoo clay--not even old man Emu can resist it.
So we cruise through the neighborhood towards the river, beneath the freeway. We pass all manner of garbage dumped wantonly by previous visitors--including a large, plush living room sofa with all cushions in place. I casually mention how trashy it looks. Greg mutters something about it making all people who drive 4x4s look bad. We pass the gates and enter a different world. Suddenly there is mud, trees I can reach through the window and touch, frightening angles--what is the Landcruiser tipover angle I inquire--38 degrees comes forth with an assuring "we're not even close". I swallow my stomach once or twice and we press on. We drop off the tree branch and after sliding, oozing and some "very mild" fishtailing Greg finally agrees to put it in four wheel drive. All the while we hear only occaissional gurgles from JG--until we stop for a moment to contemplate an angle or back up for a second attempt--then he starts to squawk as only one of his diminutive age can. "Keep wheeling" I translate....we move on, he gets quiet. The little guy is digging this like a native.
After 10 minutes or so of this Gregs cell phone rings and a voice at the other end indicates it's time for JG and GT to come home for supper. We retrace our tracks---some a little deeper than when we first passed and leave--not without regret--for the quiet, paved streets of home. Oh, and on the way out the plush sofa was an irresistable challenge. Hmm.....Just what would be the affect of over 6000lbs of vehicle rolling over the plywood frame and springs of someones former comfortable living room furniture? I'm sure the reader can imagine.
Yes, I know. This thread is worthless without pix.
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