Just some wisdom from the past

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Thanks for a nice read. We have a gravel road here in the county and most of the year it is washboard rough. At the end of that gravel road is our gun club and range.
 
...and don't leave the chainsaw sitting on the tailgate of your pickup because you are only going to drive "a little ways" down your dirt road.
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That link came to me from a lady (Fran) that was my Mom and Dad's best friend. Her late husband (best man at my first marriage) and she watched out for my Dad after my Mom passed 11 years ago. Dad lasted another 3+ years losing a leg, his eye sight and his marbles eventually. And she did all this, while keeping my sister from trying to have Dad declared incompetent so she could "take over". Her husband passed 6 years ago. The woman deserves sainthood for all the libel and abuse she took off of my sister.
This link is very typical of her. She's one of the very few things I miss about Chicago. Great lady!
 
I live on a dirt road...saves money on carwashes since there seems little point to it. And of course up here, when that 5-7 feet of frost works its way out in the spring, it turns the whole works into a spongy, jiggly mess for a while. But my favorite time is when the ice starts to melt and you have an excuse to be a kid again and chop and dig all those little drainage channels and watch "your" rivers run....
 
I suspect that dirt roads, like outhouses, have charm mainly for those that have never had to use them much. At least you can read in an outhouse.
 
...and don't leave the chainsaw sitting on the tailgate of your pickup because you are only going to drive "a little ways" down your dirt road.

The dog, too.
 
Grew up on Farm Road 2179, When it was an unpaved road in South Bexar County, Texas. Twice a year the county came along with a grader and graded it out leaving drainage down the sides. A week later it was sloped to the center again.

Couldn't ride a bike 'cause the rocks in the road were too big so I had to learn how to drive a car (or a tractor) when I was 11. Then drove to school when the school bus couldn't make it down the road. Learned how to ride a motor scooter on that road, never had an issue riding a two wheeler anywhere else in the world.

Didn't have a problem with cars flying by at 70 mph just 40 feet from the front door when that road wasn't paved.

Now, it's called "Benton City Road" and it has been blacktopped. Junk cars drive up and down it at 60 mph plus, ignoring the older people trying to get out of their driveways while throwing trash, beer bottles, and junk out the windows and only stopping to abandon their mangy, sick animals that they won't take to the Animal Shelter in San Antonio.

There's a lot of truth to that post.

Dan R
 
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