I grew up in rural America. I have seen some half-assed things. I have seen houses with mold stalactites coming down from the ceiling. I have watched my mom fall through a hole in a porch that was “repaired” by putting some green fake grass carpeting over it. I have put a washcloth on a baby in hopes that that would hold whatever might come out of said baby until someone returned with diapers.
But never, until I moved to Nashville, had I seen people just towing around other cars with nothing more than a pick-up truck and a rope.
I think that it goes without saying that if you tow a vehicle behind your pick-up truck with nothing more than a rope or a chain you are an idiot.
But at least, if you’re going to be an idiot, be a two-person team of idiots. This is a hilly city, one, and so you need someone to break when you’re going down hill and you really need someone to sit in the car and steer.
Needless to say, the guy we saw towing a car behind his pick-up truck this morning had not taken such precautions. As scary as it was, it was also amazing to see. He got out, aimed the car in the direction he wanted it to go (into the street) and then got in his truck and started driving. Of course, the car kept going straight, kind of diagonally across the street, and he had to jump out of the truck and grab the steering wheel and kind of scoot along beside the car and yank on the wheel.
Once he got the car to a stop and it was actually in the road, he got back in the truck, shouted to us “I’m going to need to be in front of you” and started pulling the car up the hill. The car, as one might imagine, started to gently sway back and forth across the road, first way over to mere inches from us, then way over to the other side almost into the electric pole, then back across almost into the boxy van of the cute neighbor who, unfortunately for him, was running late for work and so almost got hit by a driverless car.
And finally, it was at the top of the hill.
I pulled the dog’s leash and we hurried as fast as we could, because, at that moment, I realized that he intended to take the car all the way to the end of our street, to tuck his piece of shit car in our dead end, hidden from anyone who wasn’t looking for it by the curve of the hill going down into our dead end. And boy, once I realized he was going to try to put that thing in my front yard, I really wanted to see it smash into his pretty truck once it had the momentum of the hill behind it.
Alas, he must have realized that the slope of the hill would have left him no way to control the momentum of the car, because he let it drift into the grass at the top of the hill and then hightailed it back by us as fast as he could.
I’ll be curious to see how long it sits there.