This conversation reminds me of the time during a family vacation -- when I'd only had the KJ for two weeks --- when I took the wrong exit near Cincinnati. Or was it just inside KY? Anyway, we got off highway seeing these industrial parks figuring all these employees eat lunch somewhere. Well, the "main road" I was on drove through some warehouses and then toward the woods. As soon as we rounded that corner and hit the shade of the trees, the road plunged steeply down hill and became gravel. Caught me off guard, like a hill on a roller coaster. Anyway, the only house around before the road dead-ended looked like a Hurrican Katrina had hit it. There was junk all over the yard and a big sign spray painted on the side saying, "Turn around $10." The place looked like the Firely family house in House of 1,000 Corpses. I wasn't gonna pay anyone to turn around, but I also didn't want my wife or toddler daughter getting shot at. Backing up wasn't an option because, well, you can't see the top of a hill that steep. So, I stopped cold, drove into the grass for a 3-point turn, and spun my Wrangler ST racing slicks all the way up that steep dirt road. Maybe my imagination got the best of me, but I was picturing scenes from Race with the Devil in my mind as I got the helloutta there. I'm such a wuss.
