Calvin had his first experience driving in very thick fog. And, unfortunately, it wasn't a great one. But fortunately, he didn't get far and most importantly no one was hurt. Well, except poor Roonie. This is how Roonie looked when we got her pulled out:
So, what did he hit, you ask? A mailbox. Yes, a mailbox. But not just any old mailbox could've done that kind of hurtin' to poor ol' Roonie. Calvin was so lucky to have hit a steel mailbox with a literal plow affixed to it. I wanted to give you an idea of the mailbox, but this is the best resolution I could get from Google Earth. The mailbox doesn't look like this anymore after the little altercation.
There are only 3 mailboxes on our road, and only one with a steel plow on it, and yet he still managed to connect. Like I said, it was definitely his lucky day. Thankfully we have awesome neighbors. The owner of the mailbox just laughed and even helped pull the car out of the ditch. Another neighbor down the road does body work (He's the one who resurrected Russ' truck after it was totaled nearly 3 years ago!) and was able to get all the parts he needed and have Roonie back to us in just over a week. Here's Calvin's new and improved drivable and modified car! Wondering if she might need renamed? Possibly 'Whoonie" (white & maroon)?
We told Calvin that Uncle Scottie was the coolest kid in town and he drove a calico car (the "Illegal Regal") when he was in high school. And it had 3 different colors! (Although technically, Calvin's also has 3 colors if you notice the silver rear view mirror. No one is likely to notice this, though, when the super-shiny white door is blinding them.) At any rate, our boy is back on the road and will have a new respect for fog from here on out. . .And for mailboxes that can plow through your car. Again, I'm mostly just thanking God that my boys were totally fine that morning!
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