Last night, on my way home, I crested a hill and there down by the river I could see a pickup in the ditch.
I also saw the white Lexus belonging to my neighbor making her way around the curve before you get to the river.
She slowed to a crawl and leaned out her window. By now, I was right behind her. We both parked our cars there in the middle of the road, turned on our flashers and ambled over towards the pickup.
The front end of his pick-up was down in the drainage ditch, thick tire tracks were evident in the road side weeds, red dirt splayed everywhere across the pavement. The driver, a thin older man was awake but not coherent. He was just sitting there in the cab, trying to light a cigarette.
My cell phone took that moment to die. Not a good sign I thought, but luckily the neighbors phone worked. She called 911 and I directed what little traffic there was around us.
While we were waiting for the sheriff, a rather large truck stopped by and the driver offered to pull the guy out of the ditch.
He did, quite easily. He then unhooked his chain and moved the mans hanging bumper from his tire.
The injured man, who had yet to speak, started his truck.
AND DROVE OFF.
We were left standing there bewildered. We thought he was in NO condition to drive. We watched the truck ease it’s way around the curve in the road then slowly go up the distant hill, weaving ever so slightly as it ambled up.
He crested the hill.
The sheriff’s car rose into view just then, did a quick turnabout and presumably caught up with the guy.
Hope he’s ok.
