I got to celebrate Easter and experience an exhilarating moment of sheer panic at the same time. It would be hard to call it Today’s Perfect Moment, but my nephews insisted that I write about it. What kind of uncle would I be if I didn’t relate the story for posterity at least? Besides, it isn’t like they are going to let me forget about it, so I had better get my side of it down first.
So, we celebrated Easter a day early. It was a chance to replicate Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners in April, and watch hockey playoffs at the same time. We celebrated at my sister’s farmhouse located a couple of hours from my home. We had a good drive there despite the rain and rather bad weather.
Pay attention, the weather is going to play a part in this.
Dinner was excellent and I enjoyed a bit of decadent dessert that I forgot to take a picture of. It was a smores cake—so just imagine it and I am pretty sure you’ve got the idea. I enjoyed the afternoon and evening of sports on TV interlaced with games of Fibbage–if you’ve never done it, you should.
When it came time to leave, I went and started the car before my passengers got in. I wasn’t warming up the car so much as giving them a chance to see where the car was. It was a cloudy rainy night and since my sister’s place is a ways out, there are not many lights.
As they were getting in the car, I got out of the car to scope out the curved driveway to see if I could easily pass the cars and make an exit. When I turned around and headed back to my car, I could see that it was rolling backwards. Weird! Rolling backwards!
My sister’s house is on a bit of a rise, but not a hill exactly. Also, her driveway is level….or so I thought.
Everything happened rather quickly. I raced toward the car. I had left the driver’s door open. I could feel the ground slope underfoot. It was also rather wet. My mother was trying to get her legs over the transmission hump/centre console with the gear shift lever to hit the brakes. She was having a hard time of it. I was sliding down the grass but managed to get around the open door and make my best Dukes of Hazzard car entry and get into the driver’s seat. I stamped my feet on the brakes and the car stopped moving.
We all calmed down for a moment. The questions started coming rapid fire. What happened? Why did you get out of the car? The emergency brake was on, but I could remember if I left it on, left it on half way, or pulled it the same time I got into the car. So much for clarity.
I tried driving the car up hill, but the rain soaked ground had other ideas. I was stuck. Luckily, everyone was safe and the car hadn’t hit anything. There were several trees and a fence behind me, but how far behind me I do not know. There were no lights and it was dark.
We tried a bit of homemade MacGyver type ingenuity using pieces of wood and cardboard, but the car was stuck. I had to call CAA (the Canadian version of Triple A) and get winched out.
I managed to get mud everywhere and my sister is going to have to re-sod some parts of her lawn. Again, the key point was that everyone was safe. Do I feel humbled? Yes, but as someone pointed out, accidents happen. This one was at least without harm.
For any of you who celebrate, Happy Easter.