Had been discussing matters with my contractor at the ranch but had an appointment at 12:00 and was running late. As I am tearing down the ranch road to get to the highway (only mean of ingress and egress) I crest a slight rise and see not one but two of the big RVs at the end of the drive, blocking it.
I hit the horn thinking they were just stopped there, but nothing moves. As I get closer, I see a second car parked between the RVs and another car behind the second RV, all on the shoulder blocking the drive and the culvert on both sides for nearly two hundred feet.
I get up to the end of my driveway (total length of 1600 feet) and see two middle aged men decked out in Miss State gear. I roll down my window and ask, "Are you guys broken down? Need a tow truck?" They answer, "No."
So I ask, "Why are you parked in front of my driveway blocking it then?" They don't answer just said, "We'll be gone in a few minutes or so." I said, "I have an appointment and I'm running late." So one guy says, "Just drive through the bar ditch then, I'll direct you." "What? You want me to drive across a concrete culvert and down a bar ditch for a hundred feet and then try to get on a highway with no visibility from the right side?"
I guess he didn't hear me because he was in front of my SUV and waving at me impatiently to move. Looked at my watch, releaized how late I was and gingerly navigated between the culvert and the vehicles. The guy waved me to pull out between the RVs which would have meant I would have been pulling out onto the highway blind on both left and right. (What kind of an idiot would do that? Direct someone to get onto a highway blind?)
Instead, I slowly crawl down further down the bar ditch to get past the whole lot of them so I could have some visibility in both directions. As I am waiting for the traffic to clear, I see The Hubs' one ton come barreling down the drive, so I knew he would take care of whatever problem they thought they had.
A few hours later I got back home and had a chance to ask The Hubs what the deal was. he told me it was two RVs, each towing a car but the first one had the tow bar improperly attached and tore the front end of the car off. The RV and car were both operable and now not attached, meaning the RV could drive 16 feet further and not block the drive, yet they refused to do so. (Fortunately for them, The Hubs had no idea they had refused to move for me and he was frankly a little torqued at me for driving through the bar ditch until I told him why.)
One last thing. Guess how long they had the driveway blocked by four operable vehicles? About an hour.
Miss State Bulldog jerks!!!
Rant over/
I hit the horn thinking they were just stopped there, but nothing moves. As I get closer, I see a second car parked between the RVs and another car behind the second RV, all on the shoulder blocking the drive and the culvert on both sides for nearly two hundred feet.
I get up to the end of my driveway (total length of 1600 feet) and see two middle aged men decked out in Miss State gear. I roll down my window and ask, "Are you guys broken down? Need a tow truck?" They answer, "No."
So I ask, "Why are you parked in front of my driveway blocking it then?" They don't answer just said, "We'll be gone in a few minutes or so." I said, "I have an appointment and I'm running late." So one guy says, "Just drive through the bar ditch then, I'll direct you." "What? You want me to drive across a concrete culvert and down a bar ditch for a hundred feet and then try to get on a highway with no visibility from the right side?"
I guess he didn't hear me because he was in front of my SUV and waving at me impatiently to move. Looked at my watch, releaized how late I was and gingerly navigated between the culvert and the vehicles. The guy waved me to pull out between the RVs which would have meant I would have been pulling out onto the highway blind on both left and right. (What kind of an idiot would do that? Direct someone to get onto a highway blind?)
Instead, I slowly crawl down further down the bar ditch to get past the whole lot of them so I could have some visibility in both directions. As I am waiting for the traffic to clear, I see The Hubs' one ton come barreling down the drive, so I knew he would take care of whatever problem they thought they had.
A few hours later I got back home and had a chance to ask The Hubs what the deal was. he told me it was two RVs, each towing a car but the first one had the tow bar improperly attached and tore the front end of the car off. The RV and car were both operable and now not attached, meaning the RV could drive 16 feet further and not block the drive, yet they refused to do so. (Fortunately for them, The Hubs had no idea they had refused to move for me and he was frankly a little torqued at me for driving through the bar ditch until I told him why.)
One last thing. Guess how long they had the driveway blocked by four operable vehicles? About an hour.
Miss State Bulldog jerks!!!
Rant over/
