You know those roads in third world countries....? My father-in-law has one of his very own leading down the steep hill to his house. This "driveway"has ruts and washouts that will swallow a small child, bumps that will send your head rocketing into the ceiling. You need four wheel drive to get out of it in the mud and snow, and even then, you have to back alllllllllll the way down to the bottom and get a running start to even have a shot of getting up. It usually take me three or four tries.
My father-in-law is a wonderful man, but like any rancher, he's stubborn. His way of fixing the driveway is to throw out cement blocks to keep the dirt from eroding (thus the head banging bumps). It does stop the the dirt in that spot, but water flows downhill around the cement creating washouts unlike any a driveway has ever seen before.
Before heading up or down it, I stop to double check that our daughter is strapped in her car seat correctly; the Jehovahs witnesses who go door-to-door stop at the top and walk down; the highway patrolman who came to check tags on two new vehicles had to squeal his tires to get out of one of the ruts.
Last night as I whacked Brian's head on the vehicle roof, I mentioned that his dad needed to work on the ol' driveway. His response, "he just did."
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