gutterball

I KNEW it was bound to happen at some point. Winding down the narrow streets by my house I am always especially on the look out for the small aqueducts that run along either side of the road, while my mind constantly plays images of my tiny tires slipping down into the gutter leaving the usually zippy Wagon hung up like a beached whale.

As an approaching car headed my way I stopped, and then slowly merged to the left. But I was at a diagonal and so my rear was blocking passage to the oncoming car. Therefore I pulled forward to straighten out and sure enough, THUMP, I was sitting at a queer angle leaning left and down. It was so obvious what happened I didn't even have to process it. I called my supervisor and luckily in my office one of my friends is a 200-odd pound Judo master who came and lifted the front up while I reversed it back onto level ground.

Last time I play the courtesy card and move over for oncoming traffic...