High-centering is never a pleasant experience, been there, done that, lived to tell about it. experience never repeated, lesson learned. It could have turned out differently for me too. there's a reason early-adult drivers have higher insurance rates-lack of enough experience to know when to stop when you're ahead and don't try to make it those last several feet that put you in the danger zone. I could have totaled my work rig and me in my little one-person episode out in the middle of nowhere a long way off a gravel road.
it was a tense half hour backing down a deadend hilltop dirt road with the inside wheels in the outside wheeltracks, scootching on the oil pan cover plate on soft dirt under snow on the outside birm (ended up there when I didn't cut my wheels hard enough trying to make the y-turn to turn back downhill, steep inside bank limited my turning radius). There was a small tree down the hill about 15 feet that might have caught the rig if it had gone over the side. prolly not. Yeah, those were the young adventure-filled years early career. Now I'm deskbound most of the time, I grin ear to ear these days when I get to spend a day out with several other people in the rig, no more solo work adventures, not really. the young years make the best stories if a person lives to remember and tell about them later. some you had to have been there to really understand the rush of adrenaline of finding oneself in a predicament with no one else around to bail you out but your own self and a little luck or an angel somewhere out of sight, maybe both.
