The next morning, I backed out of the driveway, got enough speed
to clear the edge, but...this foot-high ridge caught the middle of the car
and left me balanced precariously on a ridge of ice. As you can see, the
wheels weren't even touching the ground (front or back). It was amusing to put it in gear, get out of the car and watch the front wheels spin in the
air...hehehe...I shot some photos before I called my friend Pernel for a ride. I suppose this is the automobile version of being stuck on your back and unable to turn yourself over, not that it's ever happened to me. Or maybe an ice-wedgy.I phoned the base police, who were idiots. I'd grown to dislike and mistrust our base law enforcement, and this episode only added to that. I told them my car was
halfway into the road, and I needed help moving it. They said,"You'll
have to move it". I said,"I know but I'm telling you this because at the
moment, I am unable to, and can you give me some assistance or advise me in this situation?" They replied,"You have to move the car" (were
they listening the first time?). I asked,"Okay, then tell me...how? None of the wheels are touching ground." They had no
answer...but they
insisted it be moved, be moved, be moved, like a recording--stick a doughnut in and watch it go. Once I relayed my experience to my wonderful co-workers, they put together a few strong guys, and paraded over to my house to 'turn the bug over'. Miimii stood next to the car, proud, smiling. Apparently when the sun came out, the ice began to melt, and a nice neighbor went at it with an ice pick until the wheels touched. I guess the lesson in this is that people in the military really take care of each other.
