Thursday, January 09, 2014

Speaking of the Russian Front...

There was hardly any snow on the ground worth speaking of until just south of Greenwood, and then suddenly it was like someone had flipped the snow switch and the guard rails were buried under the spoil from the snowplows.

Just north of Edinburgh, though, in the median on the oncoming side was another mute display of how quickly it went from pouring cold rain to frozen solid. A Volvo eighteen wheeler was just off the shoulder in the median with its hood hinged forward. It looked strangely shrunken until I got closer and realized that it must have slithered off the road when the rain turned to slush and buried itself to the axles in the mud, which then froze up, leaving it trapped like a Kraut Panzer outside Moscow.

4 comments:

Steve Skubinna said...

Did you spot the other Volvo 18 wheeler still backing down the road, Jean-Claude van Damme dangling by one foot from the side mirror?

Keith said...

What kind of minds must we have if the first thing that comes mind when seeing a vehicle stuck in icy mud is "October 1941, 100 miles west of Moscow"

rocinante2 said...

..."trapped like a Kraut Panzer outside Moscow."



I'm looking forward to your first novel ;-)

Goober said...

"Trapped like a Kraut Panzer outside of Moscow".

Or, as it were, a Frog Caisson in more or less the same location a few years earlier.

When will operators of heavy equipment learn that semi-frozen mud is a shitty operating environment for large vehicles?