LonelyAtTheTop
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Actually, this really happened to me last week. I was driving on a two lane state highway at 10:30 am when I felt the left rear tire go out. I pulled off onto a paved shoulder as the highway has heavy truck taffic and drove slowly to a side road about 50 yards ahead, turned right and parked under the briefest hint of shade. No other traffic and just one house in sight. Got out the spare and just about had the flat off when an old Nissan pick up pulled in behind me and stopped. I had the SP101 loaded with Gold Dot 135 gr .38 special +p but it was in the glove compartment.
The driver was alone, approached, and asked if he could help. I said "No, thanks" and kept working on the tire change. It was miserably hot and humid and I am no longer in the best of shape. My back was to him and I was stooping down to put the spare on. Not the best tactical position. We exchanged a few comments about his truck as I own one just like his but you would have thought I was a member of a NASCAR pit crew as I finished up the tire change while replays of all the troublesome scenarios on this and other gun boards ran through my head. How could I be so stupid and not at least have the revolver on the seat or floorboard?
He got back in his truck and said "Wait a minute, I live right here. I'll be right back." He drove into the driveway about 100 yards down the road and got out of his truck. I'm throwing flat tires, tools, and tire jacks into the trunk and am now sweating like a pig. Should I go for the gun? He pulls up again in the truck, gets out, and offers me two of the coldest bottles of water I have ever held. I take one and it is the sweetest sip of water ever.
We introduce ourselves, I thank him again and again for the water, and make a note to myself to bring him some home made jelly the next time I am in that area. I get in and start the car and even with the a/c on full blast I can feel the first hint of becoming overheated. Without that water I might have been in a bit of trouble from the heat.
Did I do OK?
The driver was alone, approached, and asked if he could help. I said "No, thanks" and kept working on the tire change. It was miserably hot and humid and I am no longer in the best of shape. My back was to him and I was stooping down to put the spare on. Not the best tactical position. We exchanged a few comments about his truck as I own one just like his but you would have thought I was a member of a NASCAR pit crew as I finished up the tire change while replays of all the troublesome scenarios on this and other gun boards ran through my head. How could I be so stupid and not at least have the revolver on the seat or floorboard?
He got back in his truck and said "Wait a minute, I live right here. I'll be right back." He drove into the driveway about 100 yards down the road and got out of his truck. I'm throwing flat tires, tools, and tire jacks into the trunk and am now sweating like a pig. Should I go for the gun? He pulls up again in the truck, gets out, and offers me two of the coldest bottles of water I have ever held. I take one and it is the sweetest sip of water ever.
We introduce ourselves, I thank him again and again for the water, and make a note to myself to bring him some home made jelly the next time I am in that area. I get in and start the car and even with the a/c on full blast I can feel the first hint of becoming overheated. Without that water I might have been in a bit of trouble from the heat.
Did I do OK?