For the last six months I’ve been saying that I need to figure out the right “truck situation” for the farm, but honestly, I haven’t been highly motivated to find a new vehicle. Not after a year of driving a hundred miles a day with crap gas mileage, not after the third flat tire this year, not after the Xterra straight-up died on me a few weeks ago and needed a new starter.
If the universe was giving me the message that it was time to get a new car, it was much too subtle. Apparently I’m the kind of person who needs to lose control of their vehicle on a gravel road and flip it a few times before I’m like, “Oh, hey, about that work truck I’ve been meaning to get for the farm…”
“That’s definitely going to become a priority. Also, how the shit do I get out of this car?”
(There was some propping of doors and scaling of car seats that occurred. You’d never think that a decade of DIY would prepare you to dislodge yourself from a tipped-over vehicle, but it turns out that all of that wedging myself under sink cabinets and climbing roof rafters does eventually come in handy.)
I am totally fine by the way. Like, I literally did not get one scratch on me from this debacle, and that includes when I walked barefoot over the glass before I realized some windows were broken out. I seriously get more beat-up doing farm chores on any given day.
The car was not so lucky.
In the scheme of things, this could have been so much worse in so many ways. Luckily my mother prays for me. A lot.
And it’s always sad to lose something that has been on so many adventures with me, but given the way the frame was bent from that little bounce on the roof, I’m guessing this is the end of the big yellow car. It’s a bummer, but as my grandpa says, it is what it is.
So now I have to get down to the serious business of finding a vehicle situation that suits both a rough life on the farm, and a hundred mile commute every day. And that the chickens approve of.
Right now I’m thinking I’ll end up with a car that gets decent gas mileage for the drive, and an old pickup with a good towing capacity for the farm. Or, maybe, a hybrid truck for a decent price that could pull double duty. Either way, I TOTALLY GOT THE MESSAGE, UNIVERSE. I’m on it.
So the moral of this story is, 1.) when you fishtail on the gravel, don’t over-correct by making a hard right and slamming on the brakes at the same time, and 2.) there’s a lot to be grateful for on any given day… don’t wait until you have to climb out of a wrecked car to remember that.