[woodbutcher]

I am sure there is a reverse on a Saab.

That is not the point.

I can show you roads on the East Coast in terrain a lot more forgiving than what you find in the Rockies that you will have a hard time backing down in the dark on dry land.

Most vehicles steer very poorly in mud or snow when backing. Much harder than when going forward. I should say that they are more difficult to steer with accuracy.

On a narrow mountain road, in snow, in the dark...a wonderful opportunity for disaster.

And then all of the Monday Morning QB's would be talking about that idiot who slid off the side of the mountain in the dark. Anyone should know better than that.

As a matter of fact, I do recall reading that he could not turn around where he got stuck without opening his door to look back.

Snow on the back window, condensate on the inside, narrow crooked road and you suggest he should have backed out?

I don't think so.


>>>>AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee! You again. I thought I'd paid my thereapist sufficiently to deal with that. Eh. Well. O.k.<<<

Good.

I grow on certain people. I went to this charm school where I learned publick relashuns. Stick around.

[raygun]

AAAAAAiiiiiiieeeeeeeee! EEETs Heem! Heem! Make it go away!

Look. We did the back roads in Colorado trying to find out parcel of the Hartsel Ranch.

We drove a 1973 Caprice. One thing I know for certain: we'd never try going back were we came from.

I looked up Tunnel #5 & 6 on Hwy 6 out of Golden Colorado. No way does the topo-map do justice to my favorit haunt.

I'm exceedingly reluctant to concede that it was impossible to Y or W turn the Saab on Bear Camp Road. Nevertheless, and that notwithstanding, I believe I've already said that once getting on one of those "roads" there's no looking back whatsoever.

As far as the latter part of your post: that little thing should've been going off in his head like bonkers; I think that only goes off with son's in the car (not wives and baby daughters). Do we know who was driving? Suppose he woke up after a hard night of lines, and heard, "Dear, you got us stuck, again. I told you 'bout that. How many time? Did I tell you not to do that? I told you 'bout that."

I don't know. He spent nine days in the car with 'em. That is a HERO in my book. YOU spend NINER days in the car with wife, and two babies: and that's not a hero?

Growel. Grind. Grind. Grind. "Dear, what's that blood leaking out of the corner your mouth?" "Nothing. Believe me, dear, its REALLY nothing." "Well, I believe that you should have that looked at. When we get back to town, I'm going to have you see Doc Johanson. Frieda said he's really the cat's pajamas. Really. I thinkin I'm going to have her set you up an appointment with Margaret who knows the receiptionist really well."

I actually believe that therapy is working. I can FEEL it working...