As I was leaving my riding class this mornin, some lady's car died in front of me. I get out, park my truck, and start to push her through the intersection and up a hill into a bank parking lot. Holy Jesus Christ was that car heavy. One of the 60s? Caddys. Friggin BOAT. My truck *might* weigh more (probably does), but I dont want to find out.
I was having trouble getting it up the hill as it was drizzling so the concrete was slick and I was in my boots. Some other late-20s/early-30s year old dude stopped to help finish the hill. I jumped her car then.
I'm just glad that the cop that drove by didnt stop to help, he might've changed my perception of police.