Mud

This week's word brings back memories of four wheeling in the Land Between the Lakes, and some of the things I put my little Jeep Renegade through. One January the eighth sticks firmly in my mind. I had two flat tires that day. It was about fifteen degrees outside, plenty wet from the creeks we would go through, and very, very windy. Two flats in one day is just plain bad luck...cold temperature, mud, and so much wind just added to the humiliation. It amazes me to this day what a person will go through in the name of fun.

I put plenty of mud on that little jeep, as well as on anything within 25 feet. Me and a buddy, who also had a Renegade, would load up two or three of our friends, apiece, at least twice a week, then see what kind of fun we could have. It kind of boggles the mind when I think back on some of the places we were able to get to. Adversity sure is a good teacher, and I really learned to drive in those days.

Maybe if I hadn't had so much “fun” in my younger days, these middle age days wouldn't be so hard on me. Oh well, I did have a bunch of fun growing up. Any aches and pains I have now, I will just have to live with!! It is not a major accomplishment...not something you would want to list on your resume...but I became an expert at slinging mud and had a good time doing it.