There are only a couple of things I know for sure.

One of them is some days are diamonds, others are closer to being rocks.

Today was shiney, just not pretty.

The other thing I know for sure is I'm not your middle of the road kind of guy. It's tough to be in the middle while riding the edge.

The bad thing about riding the edge is.............
Everyone's first question of course is "were you skeered?"

No I wasn't skeered.

I knew I was taking a chance when I ventured onto that cut so when it happened I just hung on. It was a nice slow tip over. I killed the motor and crawled out knowing I had a problem.
I'm in Texas. So I did what anyone in Texas does when there's a castatrophe. I called a Baptist preacher.

He arrived with Betsy.
Betsy is a JCB 214S.

She has four wheel drive, four wheel steer, and she can.

(In Texas Baptist Preachers are allowed to wear cowboy hats)
It took us two hours to get her out.

It wasn't easy. I've got four broken chains to testify to the difficulty involved.

But finally we got her up on the cut and used the hoe to tip her back on her fours.
We were really lucky. I only lost two gallons of oil and it was on the dirt and not into the pond.

None of the oil slid into the combustion chambers. I allowed it to sit for about forty minutes and topped of the oil. Hit the starter and she lit up like she always does. She's got that bright eyed bushy tailed way about her you just have to love.

So it was a good day. The one thing I've been really afraid of finally happened and we escaped with just an adventure.

I like adventure.