Beware of mud on the Tires
Posted by simplisticthoughts , Wednesday, August 20, 2008 11:45 PM
So the other night I went with my non-biological lil bro night fishing at the ever-beloved Swan Falls. I hadn't gone night fishing in I can't remember how many years, but it turned out to be such a lovely night to go fishing...the weather that is...no one get any ideas!
The drive was typical, normal conversations about life and God, the future and present, mishaps and triumphs filled the air. The drive out past Kuna is pretty uneventful, it quickly becomes vast acres of open land and eager animals waiting to run out in front of your vehicle to meet their demise (well that is what it always seems like when I drive, I am convinced that these animals are choosing suicide by hurling themselves in front of my car...Heather and Meagan can vouch for this). Anyway, we arrive to Swan Falls dam and begin the search for the perfect spot to cast out a line in the dark water below. Amidst our search I casually came to an area where dirt and water had met its match and formed into something that my car loves to rally itself in. So I did what any giddy SUV driver would do, I sped up and rallied that mud with such a ferociousness. I do not know what it is inside of me that whenever I see a mud puddle I have to drive my car through it! Such joy fills my heart as the water spills over the entire car and mud covers the windshield and mud flaps. Aw, pure bliss :)
After I finished enjoying my childish shenanigans, we continued our pursuit for a prime fishing spot. The windows were rolled down allowing the breeze from the water to flow freely throughout the car, although now, the breeze brought forth a pungent, dairy farm type aroma. For Idaho though, this smell is quite common especially when the wind really kicks up, tossing around all sorts of scents. The further we drove though, the smell kept the same and in fact was not growing faint in any way. Some time goes by and the realization hits me that in fact the smell was not in the air, but that this smell had attached itself to my vehicle. I pulled over my car and got out to investigate my suspicions, which only confirmed my accusations...yup the body of my car and tires reeked of poo! I am laughing as I wrote that. The mud that I was so giddy to plow through was no more in fact a "toilet" for animals. I still find this hilarious, I mean, how often does that happen? You know how there is always that kid in school who is the smelly kid? My car is now that smelly kid, it has been tainted. But you wanna know something, if I had known beforehand the repercussions of my mud excursions, I probably still would have done it. ha ha! I know that some of you are so judging me right now, ha ha!! Go ahead, but put yourself in my driver's seat. Trucks and SUV's were meant for fun, they were meant for mud and gnarly roads. I actually use to be so annoyed at people who had trucks or SUV's and didn't use them properly, but just skirted around in them to look cool and tough, or people who turned their trucks into low riders, but that is a whole other story which you don't want me to get into. Low riders are a joke, no offense if you are a fan, but a truck that needs hydraulics just to go over a speed bump is a waste of a good truck.
So I say all this to say, ensure that your mud pot really is in fact mud, not a poo-mud mixture. Otherwise you will be the stinky kid...unless you're in to that sort of thing. lol
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Well I missed that part of the story!lol! lovely my friend.