It had been a long weekend in Boise, and we had a late start getting back to Utah. We were both pretty tired (especially Sam) and since we were in brown, (Wade's nickname for Sam's old accord that broke down) which is a stick shift, there was no trading off drivers. (I can not drive a stick. Sam tried to teach me once and it was not pretty.)
We got about half way home, when Sam decided there was no possible way he could drive any longer. He decided to pull off to the side of the road to take a quick power nap. (aka a full nights rest) We pulled off the freeway into the middle of nowhere, I prayed that our night would not end in a horror movie, and then we were fast asleep.
Who knows how long we were out before I woke up to a shaking car. I looked over at Sam, who was fast asleep, and then tried to figure out what was going on. I heard some rustling noises outside the drivers side window which grabbed my delirious attention. I looked outside and saw the outline shape of a ginormous creature. My adrenaline started pumping as I decided to wake up Sam.
It took a second before he was coherent enough to talk, but when the car shook again it got his attention pretty quick. I told him he should look outside his window. He could tell that whatever was about to eat us was inches away from his face so he slowly turned his head, then jumped and grabbed the steering with both hands, as he saw the giant eyeball peering at him. The look of terror was inevitable on his face, and I could tell his mind was reeling with ideas on what to do. I started laughing hysterically. (probably because the thing was on his side so I knew he would die first)
As various ideas for a solution slowly came to us, Sam decided to turn on the headlights to see what was out there, and that is when we saw the big, black, fat cow head. Apparently when stupid cows don't know what something is they rub up against it, hence the car shaking. We waited for, what seemed like forever, for the cow to keep walking past the front of the car, and then we drove off and didn't look back.
Needless to say, after the incident Sam had enough adrenaline pumping through his veins to make it the rest of the way home without falling asleep at the wheel.
We got about half way home, when Sam decided there was no possible way he could drive any longer. He decided to pull off to the side of the road to take a quick power nap. (aka a full nights rest) We pulled off the freeway into the middle of nowhere, I prayed that our night would not end in a horror movie, and then we were fast asleep.
Who knows how long we were out before I woke up to a shaking car. I looked over at Sam, who was fast asleep, and then tried to figure out what was going on. I heard some rustling noises outside the drivers side window which grabbed my delirious attention. I looked outside and saw the outline shape of a ginormous creature. My adrenaline started pumping as I decided to wake up Sam.
It took a second before he was coherent enough to talk, but when the car shook again it got his attention pretty quick. I told him he should look outside his window. He could tell that whatever was about to eat us was inches away from his face so he slowly turned his head, then jumped and grabbed the steering with both hands, as he saw the giant eyeball peering at him. The look of terror was inevitable on his face, and I could tell his mind was reeling with ideas on what to do. I started laughing hysterically. (probably because the thing was on his side so I knew he would die first)
As various ideas for a solution slowly came to us, Sam decided to turn on the headlights to see what was out there, and that is when we saw the big, black, fat cow head. Apparently when stupid cows don't know what something is they rub up against it, hence the car shaking. We waited for, what seemed like forever, for the cow to keep walking past the front of the car, and then we drove off and didn't look back.
Needless to say, after the incident Sam had enough adrenaline pumping through his veins to make it the rest of the way home without falling asleep at the wheel.
6 comments:
I remember when you told me that story a while back. Funny funny:)
I've never heard that story before! I see how it is . . . anyways, I would have cried. Also, I hate driving stick shift which is why I'm glad we don't have the 'stang anymore.
I'm texting the rest of my comment to you right now . . .
We were sleeping in the back of a pick-up camper shell when the same happened to us. Thankfully it was early daylight though so we didn't have to stare into the giant cow eye in the black of night! ;) I've seen Sam's reaction to spiders. I can only imagine what he must have been like for this one!
Haha! I remember when you told us that happened! That is a priceless story.
haha. The "For Sale For Rent" comment is from me, Megan :) OoOps.
Um, that is hilarious.
And seriously sam...drink some coke!
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