Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music!

Rediscovering my old rock and roll skills over the last couple days! Vee-hickle rocking that is, an old Yooper trick. Yesterday, I helped rock a neighbor’s vee-hickle out of a stuck situation. His wife is apparently “uncomfortable behind the wheel of a car” and she did indeed seem pretty happy when I jumped into the driver’s seat. Today? Why yes, that bee-yoo-ty-ful little black vee-hickle belongs to the Landfill Fleet. It stayed roughly in that position for at least a half hour this morning. A half hour during which I pulled the other two members of the fleet out to the street and back into the driveway (to strategically switch their positions) with no problem. The Ninja? Rrrrrrrrr…. Rrrrrrrrr… (The sound of spinning tires, if you couldn’t figure that out.)

The GG swung into highway engineer mode. He ordered me into the driver’s seat and grabbed a big iron rod he keeps in the back yard (don’t ask) and started digging down to the pavement. Okay, rock it! First gear, then reverse. Rrrrrrr…. Rrrrrrr…. More digging. Rock it! First gear, then reverse. Rrrrrr… Rrrrrr… Lather, rinse, repeat. I was honestly beginning to wonder if we were gonna have to call Triple A or something although I knew the GG wouldn’t give up until he had achieved success. Finally. He dug around a bit more and I tried it one more time. This time, when I kicked it into first, the tires grabbed something, not sure what, and I was rolling! I rolled until I got in front of Hans’s house, where his private plow service had cleared a good portion of the street. I jumped out, the GG jumped in, he took off and swung around the corner, ignoring the stop sign (I was following along on foot to make sure it was clear). He didn’t stop until he had traversed the final block and landed on Maple. A few beeps of the horn announced his success. I went inside, got ready for work and trundled over to my loverly, dog-poopy cube today in the loverly Dogha (as NPJane said in yesterday’s comments, Honda Accords *rock* in snow). When I got home, the plow had [finally] been by. What the heck took you guys so long?

Any old way you choose it.
It’s got a back beat, you can’t blues* it.
Any old time you use it.

* Hmmm… I always thought it was “back beat you can’t lose it” but The Google turns up some versions that use “blues it”. I kind of like that, myself. Not sure it it’s correct though. And it is definitely not as funny a mondegreen as when The Commander mis-heard “Leaving on a jet plane” as “Lincoln on his deathbed”!

I fear that I am succumbing to the GG’s recent rhinovirus. Good night and be glad my germs can’t infect you over the internet. -KW

P.S. I do have to say that, as crazy as the old POC drove me, it handled snow pretty darn well!

5 Responses to “Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music!”

  1. Sam Says:

    Germs are down here, too (but not in our household…knock on wood); snow isn’t (mid-60°Fs—sorry).

  2. Margaret Says:

    I’m losing the battle against that virus. I knew all that flying would do me in. Get some rest and stay warm!

  3. Marquis Says:

    flu shots anyone?

  4. Pooh Says:

    Hey, I had my flu shot, and still came down with that nasty cold last month. Two different critters.

    As Dr. Birch, my microbiology professor, said, “A virus is just trouble in a protein coat.”

  5. kayak woman Says:

    Anyway, I do not seem to be terribly sick. I highly doubt it’s influenza.