Friday, September 15, 2006

On the Rocks

Those who know me accept that I have a streak of LOCD - "Lawncare Obsessive Compulsive Disorder." I won't let people park on it. I holler at kids who walk across it. Yard sale? Forget it! For years I have stewed over folks cutting the corner with their cars. The city, in its frugality, didn't put in curbs when they repaved some years ago. On my corner, a steadily growing pit began to overtake the turf.

I first addressed this by backfilling the corner, reseeding, and putting in reflector stakes. They were stolen. I next put in small posts and linked them together with a yellow rope. They were ran over. Repeatedly. Finally, I asked a farmer from my small group to drop off some large rocks. I reasoned that, if someone tried to run over these he wouldn't get very far.

I was right.Here is what really amazes me: this young man was at the stop sign turning right. In a front-wheel-drive car. Noting that he is on top of all four really big rocks, either he a) never slowed down at the intersection, or b) got a John Force type hole-shot coming off the line. He was a nice kid, though. He said (and I'm not kidding about this), "Let me know if any of your rocks were damaged, and I'll make it right."

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Unbelievable! After "fishing" for the last three years, you finally caught one!


Scott S.

Butler, IN

Anonymous said...

Truely some vindication for those of us that live on a corner lot....

Jason Christianson

Anonymous said...

Now THAT'S funny! I will laugh all day over this.
Jefffffff

C. Lilley said...

That is hysterical! You gotta wonder what he was thinking..."Well, I'll just go ahead and drive over it"....oh, this is classic!