Stranded

[knives669]

Well, yesterday, I had quite the day. This week is our homecoming week at school, and I'm in Journalism, so one of my assignments was to stay after school and take pictures of the homecoming parade for the newspaper. A fellow Journalism friend of mine decided to stay after school and help me since he had a car and could drive me around, and another friend of mine just decided to stay after school and hang out/ride around with me and my other friend.

 

 

 

I got the camera from my teacher and after that, the task of taking the pictures was simple. I got nearly 100 good pictures of our band, the fire marshalls, the school club floats, the homecoming king, queen, princesses, and princes, and some of the people watching the parade. After I gave the camera back to my Journalism teacher, my friend with the car decided that he needed to go by his work place and pick up something, and also get some gas. Since me and my other friend has some free time, we said we would go with him. (He works at a store about 10 miles away from our school)

 

 

 

On the way there, we went through an airbase that isn't in use anymore. My friend who had just tagged along with us says, "Hey. Did you know there's a really creepy graveyard out here? We should go find it." I didn't want to go because I wasn't sure if my friend even knew how to get to said graveyard. But, my friend driving the car says, "Alright! That sounds cool! Just tell me how to get there."

 

 

 

My friend directed us down this extremely muddy, and overgrown dirt road in the middle of nowhere close to a cotton field. It had just rained the day before, and I kept telling my friends that the car, having only front wheel drive, could not handle driving in the mud. (Where I live, we have what they call "gumbo" mud. If you step in it, you sink and you'll probably pull your shoe and pants off just trying to lift your foot up again.) They ignored me, extremely intrigued by how fast we were going and the fun of bouncing up and down in the mudholes.

 

 

 

Finally, after driving for about two miles, we reached the end of the dirt road. Though there was a smaller, more overgrown road to the immediate left. I wanted to turn around. My friends wanted to take the other road, thinking that it would loop around the cotton field and it wouldn't be as treacherous as the road we had just gone down.

 

 

 

They were wrong.

 

 

 

We drove down that road for a little while, until there was simply no more road. I told my friend to stop, and he didn't, driving at about 60 mph to where he thought the road was and right into a huge muddy hole, filled with stagnant water. He tried to keep going and couldn't. He tried to back out until his tires smoked, but we didn't budge. We were stuck. Extremely stuck. The whole front end of his car was submurged in mud. He, and my friend sitting in the front, couldn't open the front doors without mud and water pouring in. Immediately, my friend driving has a nervous breakdown.

 

 

 

After calming my friend down, me and my other friend started frantically making phone calls. (Thank god for cell phones) We thought, "Hey. We live in the South. Tons of people around here have trucks with four wheel drive. They can come bail us out of here." We called around to every number we knew for about an hour. No one could help us. We were stuck in the middle of nowhere in a mud hole, and to make things worse, the sun was getting lower and lower in the sky.

 

 

 

There was simply no way we could push the car out. We were likely to drown trying, so me and my friend got out, instructed my friend in the driver's seat to pop the trunk and we tried to pull the car out of the mud, with him putting it in reverse. No luck. We got the car to budge a little, but it would sink back into the mud when we let go.

 

 

 

Finally, my friend's phone rings. One of his friends had called, hearing about what had happened. He had a truck and a chain. He just needed to know where to find us. That was a problem. All we could say was, "Near a cotton field?" We gave him the best directions we could, but me and another friend would have to walk back the way we came to flag this guy down.

 

 

 

We left my friend with his car and me and the other guy set out to walk a couple of miles to the main road. (We had to crawl out of the car through the backseat and into the trunk, then out through the trunk to get out of the car) We traversed potholes and mud, and I even nearly got bitten by a snake, but we finally (after walking a mile or so) found the guy who was supposed to help us. The whole way to my friend's car, he scolded us about driving out in the middle of nowhere through mud in a little car.

 

 

 

When we got there, he realized there was nothing he could hook his chain to on my friend's car so, with his help, and the help of a friend he had brought along, we managed to pull the car out of the mud. He then helped us get past the bad parts in the road and stayed with us until we could get some more gas. We couldn't thank this guy enough.

 

 

 

Needless to say, we didn't find the graveyard.

 

 

 

So, does anyone else have a similar story to share?

[darkmage099]

No, but that was an incredibly interesting (and long) read. Sounds fun. I would've acted normal. I mean nothing that bad can happen. I bet at the end of the day it was pretty fun. Where in the south do you live by the way?

[cupcake]

Well lets hope they learnt their lesson

 

 

 

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[knives669]

Looking back on it, it was pretty fun. It was just tiring. O.O

 

 

 

I live in Arkansas, btw.

[katha610]

gah, now. why whould you do that?

[bacab]

Wow.

 

 

 

No offense, but you're friends are freaking stupid. Kudos. This is exactly the kind of thing I would do if I had a car. ^.^ No joking.

 

 

 

But, actually I got lost walking home back in June of this year.

 

 

 

I had gone over to a friends house after school to, um ... "hang out". Yeah, that's it. We both live within walking distance of the school and walking distance of each other so we figured I could just walk home later.

 

 

 

So I started walking home, after hanging out for a while, and I ended up going in a huge circle. I had no idea where I was at all. I lived in this town for about four or so years and this is when I realized that I didn't know any of the streets at all.

 

 

 

So I walk around and walk around.... finally I come to this museum like place with the acronym A.S.K. on the front door. Sign from God? Really had to be, was too much of a coincidence.

 

 

 

I go in, it's got all these paintings and such in there, so I ASK the lady who works there how to get to my street. She says that she doesn't live in this town, that she just works here, but that her son could drive me home. He has to go uptown anyway, which is the direction of my house.

 

 

 

As he's driving me, which is one of the nicest things a stranger could have done for me, we start talking. Another coincidence hit me. This guy is no stranger, but he actually was friends with my brother back in middle school.

 

 

 

It's like, I dunno, just everything seemed to work out. Had to be either luck or I have a guardian angel. Mind you, if I do have a guardian angel he must be bald from tearing his hair out, because guardianing me must be nerve wracking. I'm a blooming fool most of the time.

[darkmage099]

gah, now. why whould you do that?

 

 

 

Because it's an adventure. It's not like you're going to die if you get stuck in mud with a cell phone in your hand. Why not? is the question.

[knives669]

Wow.

 

 

 

No offense, but you're friends are freaking stupid. Kudos. This is exactly the kind of thing I would do if I had a car. ^.^ No joking.

 

 

 

But, actually I got lost walking home back in June of this year.

 

 

 

I had gone over to a friends house after school to, um ... "hang out". Yeah, that's it. We both live within walking distance of the school and walking distance of each other so we figured I could just walk home later.

 

 

 

So I started walking home, after hanging out for a while, and I ended up going in a huge circle. I had no idea where I was at all. I lived in this town for about four or so years and this is when I realized that I didn't know any of the streets at all.

 

 

 

So I walk around and walk around.... finally I come to this museum like place with the acronym A.S.K. on the front door. Sign from God? Really had to be, was too much of a coincidence.

 

 

 

I go in, it's got all these paintings and such in there, so I ASK the lady who works there how to get to my street. She says that she doesn't live in this town, that she just works here, but that her son could drive me home. He has to go uptown anyway, which is the direction of my house.

 

 

 

As he's driving me, which is one of the nicest things a stranger could have done for me, we start talking. Another coincidence hit me. This guy is no stranger, but he actually was friends with my brother back in middle school.

 

 

 

It's like, I dunno, just everything seemed to work out. Had to be either luck or I have a guardian angel. Mind you, if I do have a guardian angel he must be bald from tearing his hair out, because guardianing me must be nerve wracking. I'm a blooming fool most of the time.

 

 

 

That last paragraph made me laugh. :P

 

 

 

You're not a fool. You just need to pay more attention to direction. :)

[Ragen]

Me and my Dad ran out of petrol on a really creepy country road once. It was dark so I got pretty freaked out (I was only ickle). My dad didn't have a mobile at the time (he got one almost the day after this happened) so we had to wait about an hour for someone to come along the same road. We flagged them down and they did have a mobile so we rang (rung?) my Mum and then she rung (ringed?) green flag who came and gave us some petrol. It was about two in the morning when we got home and I was only about ten or eleven.

[knives669]

Me and my Dad ran out of petrol on a really creepy country road once. It was dark so I got pretty freaked out (I was only ickle). My dad didn't have a mobile at the time (he got one almost the day after this happened) so we had to wait about an hour for someone to come along the same road. We flagged them down and they did have a mobile so we rang (rung?) my Mum and then she rung (ringed?) green flag who came and gave us some petrol. It was about two in the morning when we got home and I was only about ten or eleven.

 

 

 

That had to be scary. Especially you being so young. I've never run out of gas before on the highway. I'm sure I will someday though.

[Darkfreak94]

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Kissypoo *points at sig* :P

[knives669]

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Kissypoo *points at sig* :P

 

 

 

Yeah. Listen to the almighty kissypoo! I have much wisdom to share!

[michiel2]

What about the car? Any damage?

[Yazilly]

Sounds like quite a fun thing to do! But I would have been pretty scared, I imagine. There was one time when my brother and I nearly got mugged playing football with his mates, but that was quite a while ago and I don't really remember it.

[Bubsa]

Well, it's a big relief you're alright, that's the main thing. Now, I'm not usually one to embrace American culture, but you know what? You should sue those smegheads for being such twonks!

[assassin_696]

That sounds pretty hairy, just shows you should never be afraid to turn back on a lonely road.

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We stopped updating ages ago, and we haven't had any real trouble for a long time now :P Tyson almost rolled it last week. But that's the most adventure we've had for a while.

[knives669]

There was little damage to the car. I think he's going to need some new tires, and the engine overheated slightly because of all the mud caked on the front end of the car. All it really needed was a good washing. :P

 

 

 

Bubsa: I just may sue!! :XD: *calls up a lawyer*

 

 

 

Rick: Your adventures sound fun! :)