ooby_dooby: ok.
.....I suddenly found myself flying through the air backwards, I fell to the ground in the drainage ditch on the side of the road sliding head first down the mountain with my hands and feet clawing at the air. I was going about 40 MPH and freezing cold snow was packing into my shirt. Through it all I kept hearing a car horn blowing. I recognized it as the horn of my car and I couldn't figure why Teddy was blowing it. The thought that was going through my mind was to get to my feet as quickly as possible, run after the car, grab the front bumper and dig my heels into the snow in an effort to keep the car from crashing through the guard rail and into the abyss on the other side of the road. Little did I realize that the car probably came to a stop before I did. I got to my feet and ran up to the car
which had jumped the center divider and was facing North with the left wheels on the South bound side and the right wheels on the North bound side. It's possible that center island saved Carl and Teddys' life. I grabbed the drivers door handle. It was so cold that my hand actually stuck to it and nearly ripped the skin from my palm. It was then that I realized just how cold it was.
I was really struck by what I saw when I opened the door. There was Teddy sitting in the drivers seat (he never drove a car in his life and I've always wondered what it was like for him to be thrust behind the wheel of a car going sideways down a mountain in the dark freezing winter night).
He had both hands on the horn ring, not the steering wheel, the Horn Ring. He was staring straight ahead. Poor Teddy, He looked terrified! I thought I would bring him back from never never land by injecting a little levity into the situation. I said "Teddy, stop blowing the horn or you'll wake the dead". He came around. Some guy in a Chevy stopped to give us a lift. We had to retrieve our rifles which flew out of the trunk into the snow bank before the holes they made were covered over with the falling snow which was coming down very heavily. we got our stuff and the Chevy guy took us to the police station. a cop there drove us to a hotel in peekskill where we stayed the night til the train to NYC came the next day.
....to be continued.
My goodness, ooby,
Next time I must pour myself a glass of wine and make myself comfy and enjoy episode 3 of your yarn
Please continue. On the edge of my seat, here!