One evening I back out of my drive with the intent to head west.
I put the car in drive and let my foot of the brake and as soon as I began to roll forward my wife gasps and I think tried to say stop.
Not knowing what was wrong and how I should react I relied on my wife’s possible warning to stop and put my foot back on the brake, thinking there is a neighbor hood kid jumping a skateboard of the curb or something.
Now I am stopped, trying to catch my breath and get my heart to slow down and I look at her and say, what?
She points forward out the windshield and says, that trailer!
So I look and say, what trailer?
She says, that trailer right in front of you Idiot!
I look again and still don’t see no trailer.
I am beginning to worry about her mental health now, but I calmly say “baby I don’t see a trailer”
She Looks at me and calmly says “you’re an Idiot” “get out and walk in front of the car and look”
Well I can see in front of me just plain as day, but just to humor her I get out of the car.
As soon as I stand up I say “Holy Crap”
There is a utility trailer parked on the side of the road and about 12” from my right headlight.
So I get back in the car and look and I cant see the trailer, so I lean over in front of my wife and there it is again.
So I lean back to my side and it’s gone, then I notice the sun coming between the trees in my neighbor’s front yard. I think, “Wow the Bermuda Triangle in my neighbors yard”
I look all around me and I can see everything except about 20ft of the road right in front of my neighbors house and not all of the road, just about the 8ft wide area that the trailer is parked in.
So I turn the steering wheel as far left as I can and pull forward and look at my wife and say “Oh that trailer, I new that was there, I wasn’t gonna hit it.”
She looks at me and says”Idiot”.
The next day about the same time of day, I roll my bike down to the end of my drive
Hop on and take 1 pedal stroke.
Wham, I hooked my right knee on that stupid trailer.
It jerks me of the bike and slams me to the ground causing me to hit my chin.
So now I am laying there thinking, “What the hell just happened to me”?
I get up, dust of my shorts and legs take stock and decide that the only injury seems to be to my pride.
So I pick up my bike, walk it about 6ft away from that stupid trailer hop on and ride of.
As I am riding away I look over my shoulder at my house and there is my wife looking out the window. She doesn’t know I can read lips, but I can tell she is saying “Idiot”