“Slow down, you move too fast." – Feelin' Groovy
(image via PrinterBill)
Did I tell you my back fence blew over? Last summer while quarantining I inspected the entire yard. I noticed some of my posts were rotting. I even took time to walk the fence and test each post, noting good and bad. I went a step further and looked up the name of the company on the fence, but they're no longer in business. That's as far as I got before the winter set in.
Big wind. Fence falls. Sent for help and a handyman came and fixed it. Temporary fix though. The ground is frozen.
We're in "false spring" here. It happens once in a while. The weather is perfect for over a week. It lets a man dream of sunshine and cocktails on the porch. There should be a sign saying "DON'T BE FOOLED" like they have in the mountains of Colorado.
Growing up in Denver I drove in the mountains quite a bit. You get used to the steep grades, sharp turns, and out of state drivers freaking out. I can be very judgemental behind the wheel in such situations. Two years ago I was alone, driving up the big hills to a family event. It had been a solid decade since I drove up to Leadville, but the scenery looks about the same. One change is I have a more powerful truck. I mash the pedal down on the way up to the Eisenhower tunnel, zipping in and out of traffic. I feel elated which may be due to being on the road for 10 hours straight, or the sunshine, or the altitude. Rocky Mountain High. I may have set a record getting up to the tunnel.
The other side of the tunnel is a little steeper than I remember. The alignment on my machine is a little off at high speed too. When I touch on the brake I get a shudder in the wheel. How did I get up to 90 so fast?
Up ahead, I can see a semi 2/3 of the way up the runaway truck ramp. I didn't know they could get that high up the hill, but more importantly, I can't use the ramp if this truck gets any further out of control. This truck that happens to sit up a little higher than I remember, and seems to want to go up on two wheels, stuntman style. Is this how it ends?
Later I find out the fine engineers at Land Rover must have considered such things and my suspension was in no danger of launching me into the mountain. (probably) I did get a realignment, but the mechanic could only suggest it's safe if I stay under 100mph. Over that requires further fine-tuning.
It's a wonder I'm still here, lucky enough to see my fence fall. Delusional enough to think I may be able to do it myself.
Good stuff.
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