That’s not a normal noise. That’s a loud, base thud. That sounds like it came from my front yard. Why howdy, Mr. Lincoln.
All that ran through my head as I put on my coat, opened my front door and discovered a new Lincoln and two stunned teens in my front yard. We don’t have any snow or ice so the kid had to be doing a wee bit more than 25 MPH to end up where he did.
He failed to negotiate the curve one house up. He came up the neighbors drive, skidded, spun about 160 degrees, whacked the pine tree, bounced back a little, and finished 180 degrees around. At first I’d thought he’d come from the other direction.
The pine he hit is about 3 feet in circumference and 60 feet tall. It wasn’t budging. The mark kind of looks like a heart. Maybe I style it up and make a nice Valentine’s Day surprise for my wife. Here’s the winner:
And here’s the loser.
What looks like mud in the picture is actually pine bark and needles. Who said Tuesday were boring?