So there I was in a deep sleep when the doorbell rings. That got my two chocolate lab alarm clocks attention and the barking and growling started. I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock next to the bed... 2:35. I thought who in the f**k is at my door this early? I grab my Sig P220 from the night stand and head for the door to find a young man with a bloody face on my front porch. I live in a more rural area and thought this surely isn’t good. He proceeds to apologize for the wake up and let’s me know he just fell asleep at the wheel, smokes my mailbox while going off road ignoring through the drainage ditch and has wrecked his truck. He can’t find his phones and would like to use mine to call 911. I have him go to the back porch and grab my cell. He makes his call as I grab a jacket and light and we head to his truck. This kid was lucky. The truck is totaled. He hit the mailbox, ran the ditch the width of my property and hit a field access embankment, went over it and that’s when it diligence in and flipped. He missed a monster boulder by a couple feet, and smashed the back half of the bed to the rear wheels. Found his phones and he made some calls until the Sheriff showed up.
He was was super lucky and will be sore for awhile, but he is walking away from it. I will take that early morning wake up versus a fatal accident in my front yard any day of the week.
He was was super lucky and will be sore for awhile, but he is walking away from it. I will take that early morning wake up versus a fatal accident in my front yard any day of the week.