Mount Pisgah

Went for a long ride on the Vespa this morning, up on the parkway to Mount Pisgah, then down twisty-curvy highway 151.  It was kinda chilly and the clouds were gorgeous!  That ride has so many memories for me, like my first car wreck as a driver. 

I was driving the family car, a '61 Ford Fairlane, full of teenagers just like me.  I'd only been driving a few weeks and was in a place I wasn't supposed to be.  The pavement was wet, I was going a little too fast when a '58 Chevy slowly pulled out in front of me and didn't accelerate.  When I hit my brakes, the car fishtailed and almost made it across a bridge going sideways.  But the left rear bumper caught the cement piling and knocked off the taillight.  Everyone was okay, thanks the lord, and I was shaky and mad.

Several years later in Stacy dormitory at Carolina, a group of us Enka guys were telling stories and I told this one.  A friend named Mike DeBruhl spoke up and said "that was me in the Chevy!"  We had a good laugh and solved a mystery to boot.

I got a job at Pisgah View Ranch for a couple of weeks as a dishwasher to pay for the damage, so my insurance premium wouldn't go up or worse yet, cancelled.  Those were long days, hot work and taught me several lessons.

Had a short visit with a favorite cousin, William, yesterday, and plan to go back for another.  He and his wife recently returned from a trip to South Africa and I want to see there pics and hear their stories.

Thanks for stopping by!