3|18|2016
grand & bambi are best friends. really, wherever bam goes. grand goes. yes, even to starbucks. i promised my little brother that I wouldn't attempt the drive thru with her hitched on.
i think bambi is about 8 feet wide. one time, i had to drive over a bridge that was 8 feet & 2 inches wide. during a horrible rain storm. twice. i nearly peed my pants & then prayed i wouldn't have to call my insurance lady, debra, already.
before i started this journey, i was convinced, that ...at these moments when i really did become a damsel in distress...i could just wave my hand in the air (like the sassy wave i'd do for a taxi in nyc), and my night & shining armor would rescue me.
well, when the rain was falling as hard as it was...not a man or a woman or even a squirrel noticed me in my pink neon rain jacket, drenched, stranded & terrified. stuck on a bridge. i repeat, i was in n•e•o•n and no one in the campground noticed. helllllooooo.
oh my, darling...if there ever was a time in my life, that i truly didn't think i could do something. this was it.
damn bridge.
i looked into the extension mirrors my little brother made me get before i left town on leap day. he's an oregon state trooper & made sure i knew that i'd get a ticket down the road without them. good brother, huh! i 💜 my mirrors now & they make towing & turning & backing up so much easier.
the first mistake: i entered the bridge at an angle (operator error). that means, i wasn't lined up straight.
the second mistake: driving onto the bridge, duh.
the third mistake: half-way over the bridge, i couldn't get miss bambi straight enough to pull thru without taking off her side.
knight & shining armor, please arrive & back up for me. no? you're no where to be seen. stomp, stomp, cross my arms, fine, i'll try.
so, slowly, with more luck than skill, i backed up off the bridge. uh huh.
keep in mind, in the midst of the storm & all the jack-knifing & turning & pulling in & backing up nonsense...my generator had fallen over and spilled gas inside (i found it an hour later). you've all heard that story.
back to this story though. i backed that thang up, like a champ. with hardly any clearance, i made a second attempt & squeezed my way over & off that bridge & out of that moment.
arms in the air for me! booty dance! ye-haaa & ya-hooo! a round of drinks for everyone!
the moment is so little, but so incredibly empowering. i'll call that girl a goddess. a fearless one. the fear isn't about being drenched, stranded & terrified. it's about knowing that, and moving forward. it's about doing something you never thought you could do. that is brave, sweet girl. go be fearless & brave & give that goddess inside of you, a chance to know this world. yes, oh yes.
wild heart • gypsy soul
xoxo, miss airstream
