There I was, yesterday, traveling down Troupville Road, Mahler’s First playing, nice warm February day, temperature in the mid 80’s, and what could be better. Cates Road, a little side road connecting Troupville to SR133, is an intersection where a tiny Farmer’s Market sits, and on the other side of the road are cows.
Why, Mike, are you telling us this?
The first car that makes a left in front of me, heading to Cates slows me down. The second vehicle is a truck, and the driver thinks he can make it. He can’t. I lock the brakes down and because there’s another car behind him, I have moved over as far as I can. I remember the scene in the movie Titanic, where the guy is saying “Turn bitch, turn,” and then. Yep. Crash.
I nail the guy’s back bumper andhear the sound of crunching glass. It’s not a hard impact. I pull over, my truck still mobile, and the other guy pulls over, too.
He’s young, nineteen, and chill about it. He calls his family. I call 911, and oh by the way.
On the same side of the road where I pulled off is a pasture with cows. As I am on the phone trying to get a deputy to come out and make an accident report, the cows, who think we’re there to feed them, start mooing.
911 Operator: “I’m sorry can you repeat that?
Me: “What?”
911: “Can you move way from the cows?”
I walk away from the cows.
So I call a friend just in case I need a ride. She’s different. Her sense of humor is out there. She’s with some friends as we’re trying to talk, she hears cows.
Friend: “Why do I hear cows?”
Me: “There are cows out here.”
Friend: “Get closer, I’ll put them on speaker.”
I walk towards the cows, so she and her friends can giggle over the sound of cows.
The deputy pulls in, and parks close to the fence. Now the cows are totally convinced it’s feeding time. They all crowd around and moo. Loudly moo. They are Death Metal Cows.
We have to move away from the cows.
So here we all are, backed away from the scene of the accident, and the cows are mooing like crazy, and anyone who comes up wonders what in the hell just happened.
Okay, here it is. I’m just got into a car accident where no one was hurt and I can drive away from it. The young man who pulled out in front of me is unharmed. I have insurance and so does he. No one is hurt.
The cows are funny because at the end of the day, I don’t care about anything that has happened, because no one is hurt.
It’s a win. It’s time to moooooooooooooooooooove on.
Take Care,
Mike
I once had a toy poodle named Margaret. And I had a friend whose yard backed up to a dairy pasture. One day Margaret got loose at my friend’s house and went chasing the dairy cows.
The dairy cows were curious about this ferocious little 8 lb terror, and started rambling toward her.
Suddenly Margaret realized her error in judgment, and turned tail.
Cows are by nature rather calm creatures. Bulls can be a lot less chill. I’m really glad there weren’t any bulls, because I was running toward the herd to fetch my killer poodle.
Probably as comical to watch as I felt chasing my dog chasing cows.
Bev, according to World Atlas, ” Cows kill more people than sharks do, taking out about 22 people each year worldwide.”
Be afriad. Be very afriad
Glad everyone is ok and I hope you can milk that story for years to come!
Kris, I herd that. I ‘m hell bent for leather to run this one until my calves hurt.
True story. No bull.
Glad everyone’s OK.
Rikkochet, anytime you get to make jokes about an accident it’s a good day. It’s going to be an inconveniene to lose my truck for a while and get a rental, but it’s not going to take time to heal or be painful.
Mike: I am guessing that guy’s insurance will pay for your truck’s repairs? It sounds like the accident is his fault. But I am glad no one was hurt.
Here is a song you can share with your friend–“I am Cow” by the Arrogant Worms: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OsIVIAETHw
The Arrogant Worms are a Canadian band that has some great songs. They are good in concerts, too.
Tim, now I have to go give thm a listen! Thanks!
I’m glad no one was hurt, aside from the cows feelings not getting their feed. I’ll bet they had a bad attitude when it was their dinner time. I’m sure they thought it was late.
Chick, I loaded a bunch of stuff up today to donate to the rescue group, before sunrise, and discovered my headlights don’t work anymore. Oops.