Mom, This Is A Perfect Blog

Last weekend the truck broke down in the river bed. Monday Curt fixed the truck.
With our newly fixed truck we planned to go and see Chris, Leslie and Miss Olivia. The plan was to just hang out and get the motorcycle that they planned to give Dan.
On the way out to see them the newly fixed truck became the newly broken truck as the back end locked up and began bouncing out of control.

We called Chris, he was on his way. We called Curt, he was going to the airport but would be on his way shortly. We had just enough time to say hi, see the new digs for Chris, Leslie and Miss Olivia, give Dan a quick lesson on the bike and eat our hamburgers, hotdogs and pasta salad when the phone rang.
It was Curt, he was at the truck.

Dan left ahead of us, I told him he looked like that guy from the Flintstone's. As we drove, Chris and I talked about Clean Water For Haiti and my friend Laura's "green house" they are building in Atlanta. My mind was still on Dan so I started talking about how crazy the tap-tap motorcycle guys are here. No sooner had we rounded the curve and you guessed it, a motorcycle tap-tap rounded the curve from the other direction at the same time. There was no way he could stop or get out of the way plus he was going too fast. He ended up laying it down slamming his bike into us.

Bike trashed, van fine, girl on back of bike fine, bike driver...one bad case of road rash, crowd gathered. Chris was talking fast, checking out the van hoping we could catch up with Dan and move on. No such luck. Next thing you know the driver was picking up a rock getting ready to trash the windshield. We had no choice we had to get the police.

As we waited my phone rang....one small problem, I have the keys to the truck. Curt and Dan now have no way to get the truck on the trailer. We now have two police officers with us and we are going back to the road rash, rock throwing guy and the crowd. The police look around and ask a few questions. Chris says nothing.

As we make our way back to the police station, we now have two police officers, the passanger and the road rash, rock thrower with. I could see this could take hours because the road rash, rock thrower is now talking hospital and doctor bills.

I still have the keys.

Curt can't come and get us because he can't turn the truck around in the detour.
Not to worry, we will start walking. We walk across the bridge in Montrious so we could wait on the other side for Dan to get us since the brige is still out after the hurricanes.

We carried one purse, one unused beach bag, unused snorkle equipment, large random Tupperware of pasta salad all past the hungry on lookers who found the whole thing very funny. We couldn't however manage the two spare tires and the box of spare parts. Maybe we will try again next weekend!

As we walked across the river bed walk way Maddie said Mom, this day is a perfect blog. Maddie, to tell you the truth, I am kinda over living the perfect blog day.

One by one Dan would give us a ride to the truck. First Parker, than Maddie and finally me. I stood there looking at him with all the extra bags and random Tupperware of pasta salad. There was no way! Finally I asked a guy to help me hold all the stuff so I could get on. One by one he handed me back the stuff. Just as we got ready to pull away from the crowd, you guessed it...the bike killed on us. I handed the guy back all the stuff so Dan could kick start the bike again. We repeated the whole thing just for grins and off we went.

When we finally hooked up with Curt, it only took a few minutes to get the truck up on the trailer and get on the road. We drove back into Port and left the newly fixed now broken truck on the trailer until Monday and got a ride home with John.

When we finally got home, Dan called Chris to see what happened on his side of the bridge. He got two tickets. One for "stopping" in the middle of the road and one for driving too fast, not while we was stopping of course. He almost got one for leaving the accident. Don't get me started!

I have laughed many times about the random Tupperware with pasta salad. I hope that the newly fixed, once broken truck is now really going to be a newly fixed truck.

Tune in next weekend for details.