He Was A Ford Man!

September 9, 2011 at 10:37 am · Filed under funny stuff, Mostly true, Stories ·Tagged author, Charles L. Mashburn, chevy man, Ford man, funny, http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/09/mag-81.html, humor, laughter, story, stuck at the lake, writer

I came across another site where you can post your short stories this morning, so I’m going to treat y’all to another one. The site is called Magpie Tales, and I’m betting you can read some pretty good stories and poems there if you have some time to spare.

He Was A Ford Man!

Getting your car or truck stuck is never any fun, and I have to tell you about one that happened at the lake several years ago.

The guy was a friend of my brother, Ken, and he was a Ford man. (I can’t remember his name, but for the this story, let’s call him Ted.) He had a new Ford F250, four-wheel-drive, and was towing a pretty nice boat behind it.

I was driving a year-old ¾ ton Chevy, four-wheel-drive.

At this particular lake, we didn’t have to launch our boats at a ramp; we could pull right down to the water, turn around, and back the boat right in. The shoreline was hard sand, and it dropped off quick enough so that launching was easy.

Ted came wheeling in one Saturday morning, and instead of coming down to the beach to turn around, he pulled into the brushy area above the beach. The sand was much drier and softer there, and if you didn’t do things just right, you could easily get stuck; Ted got stuck.

Knowing he was a Ford man, the minute he got mired in the sand, I started calmly gigging him about his lousy Ford. The more I talked, the madder he got, and the madder he got, the more buried in the soft sand his truck got. I was thoroughly enjoying myself!

Finally, he gave up and got out of the truck. Red faced and boiling mad, he said, “You’re so damn smart, you get it out!”

I scratched my chin, looked the situation over, then said, “Okay, I can get it out for you, but you’re going to have to unhook your Ford from the boat.”

His eyes bugged out, and he yelled, “What the hell good will that do? The boat will still be stuck where it is!”

I smiled and said, “Nope. You get that piece-a-crap Ford out of the way, and I’ll hook onto your boat with my Chevy and pull it out. I’ll even launch your boat for you, if you’d like.”

I thought ol’ Ted was gonna blow a gasket! He sputtered, spit and cursed, tossing around like a headless snake in hot sand, and then he stomped back and unhooked the boat from his truck. I stepped aside as he pulled away from the boat; otherwise, he’d have buried me beneath the sand he was throwing up as he spun the tires getting his Ford out of the way.

Just so y’all understand, it had nothing to do with the trucks. I could have had Ted pull up, get a better angle, and he could’ve easily drove away from the mess he’d gotten into. All I did, was back my truck up at just the right angle, hook on and drive away.

Dang, ol’ Ted was mad!

I never heard him say another word about Fords being better trucks than Chevys after that. I wonder what he’s driving these days?

 

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