F is For Forsyth, MT

Have you ever tried to push a “Scout” off the side of the road?  Not only did I push the “Scout” off the road but, it started to roll down the hill into a fence.  I ran and grabbed the steering wheel to change its trajectory.  Finally it came to a stop.  I was very annoyed with myself, and the Scout.  In my peripheral vision I watched a highway patrolman coming down the interstate.  He crossed the meridian and parked near the edge of the road. 

I could tell that he had watched the whole episode, because he was trying to keep from laughing out loud.  I could also tell that he wasn’t succeeding completely. 

“Is everything ok?”

“Yes, the Scout stalled.  I tried to get it off the side of the road.  But I pushed to hard.”

Eyes laughing – “I see you got it stopped.”

“ It will start in an hour or so.  I had another car that would do the same thing.”

Trying hard to contain his mirth, “ We have to put a sticker on cars left by the road.  You have 48 hours after the sticker is put on it to get it moved.  I won’t put a sticker on it until tomorrow.”

“That’s ok I’ll have it running again before that.”

“Sure.  Do you need a ride into Forsyth to call a tow truck?”

“No, my mom is driving the Hyundai over there.  I’m taking the Scout to Busby and then I’m returning to Miles City.

“Ok ,  you sure everything is ok?”

“Yah.  We’ll leave the Scout for a while and visit some friends in Forsyth and then drive the Scout to Busby.  It’ll be ok.” 

As he drove off I could see him shaking his head. I knew he was laughing big belly laughs as he drove away.   I’ve often wondered how often he has chuckled over this memory.

I left the Scout to rest for a couple of hours.  Then we came back collected the Scout and continued on our journey.  I always thought that vehicle was just happy to be going down the road.

Wherever you are officer, I wish I could have heard you tell this story.  Just so you know I would have laughed out loud if I had been you.

Happy Trails.