I started driving the fire roads. They went to many new neighborhoods.
Not to the front door, but close in road seconds. I mostly kept track of
favorite trees and my compass in the sun.
I did fail my friend one morning. I was coming down to the plank bridge
across the brook. It was covered with winter pine needles. I pulled the string
tight as I settled the slight turn over the apex.
My first meaningful lesson in trailing throttle over steer.
She snapped right off and into the mud and water.
Tout Suite.
No water was ingested by either player.
Hard to believe, I know. I walked back to the house and Paul helped me drag her back
on the trail. Off I went to mark trails with spray painted trees.
I continued to broaden my map of other neighborhoods and points of access.
A Sunday afternoon was getting cooler as a fire truck went by.
Another went by. This was big news. I was alone at the house.
I went after them.
Why?
Excellent question.
No plate?
Check.
Public road?
Yes.
Sirens in front of you?
Yup.
Luckily, they turned left on Woodland rd. and stopped shortly there after.
I saw a kitchen fire fully involved.
Maybe 20 people were there.
As luck would have it, the parental units were coming back from their foray.
Papa asked me how I got here.
I said on the fire road by Mr. Eame`s house.
Three houses away and the deflection was working.
Not so fast.
Pee Wee`s dad came over after the fire was out. He was not happy at all.
I see a trend here.
Mr. Perkins had been behind me a bit in his personal FD pickup.
He saw the whole mistake and made a point of my discretion.
He invited me to the fire house. A very large firehouse for a one light town.
He did not call the parental units.
Thanks Mr. P
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