I took Schuy to the chiropractor this afternoon. My driveway was hell. Going out the driveway I got stopped in the Tocamo twice going down hill. When we got back home it took 20 minutes to get from the road to the house. I'd hit snow drifts half way up the headlights, which would stall out the truck. Silly me didn't bring a shovel. So, I was in front of the truck throwing arm loads of snow out of the way. After doing that twice already, when I stalled on the third drift, I backed up about 20 feet and headed into the field where the snow wasn't as deep.
It was the wildest ride Schuy had ever had in a truck. She was a good co-pilot. I asked her strongly when we got to the driveway to be quiet and let me drive. She did very well, only pointing out that there was smoke inside the truck as we were approaching the last hill to the house. The smoke smell was the from the tires and maybe clutch.
I was supposed to be at work at 5PM. I called in.
We'll see what tomorrow brings.
