Sunday, February 10, 2013
Getting Old Chaps My Ass
Came face to face with my physical limitations last night. Southbound, I-25 from Chugwater, WY in a nasty Wyoming snow storm, was passed by a Jeep Liberty with California plates. How nasty was the storm? How often do you see a highway snowplow spun out in the center median? Since I’m always pushing the limits, anyone who passes me is going well into the danger zone.
About ten miles from Cheyenne, came over the top of a hill in time to see the Jeep, about a mile ahead of me, go from the left lane to over the right side of the road. As I slowed, I could see the Jeep, on it’s wheels, lights burning bright (engine still running), and not on fire, at the bottom of a 50’ embankment. Don’t know if he rolled it, hit the fence, or just spun out. For certain, I knew that I wasn’t physically able to climb down that steep, icy, snow covered embankment to check the occupants condition, and then climb back up. Would become another casualty. Instead, continued to Cheyenne where my cell phone would work (cheap, unreliable carrier - Cricket) and called for help.
It burns that I can no longer do the things I took for granted most of my life. It burns that I couldn’t offer any immediate help to the Jeep occupants.
On a more cheerful note, one delivery was to a mine vehicle shop and I was able to wander around the equipment. Big, big equipment! How often do you look up at a wheel hub?
The machines in the last two pictures are obsolete and too small for today’s operations. I usually drive past them in the dark.