Wait a minute there sir! Cease! Shucks! Why do these loonies seem to think there indestructible. Now I’ll have to signal ahead and hope Phil can halt them before they hit Crowley Pass. Once they go beyond Old Trestle Road there’s no coming back, not in these conditions.

Yesterday was somewhat of a reprieve, if you want to call two feet a relief. Tonight will be as bad as has been all year, their reporting between six to eight feet by daylight, the worst winter weather to hit Harrington in history. The last three guys to go by had their tire chains on, but the last dummy thinks he’s hitting the pipe in his 4×4.

Well, lets see if I can hail Phil. Phil, come in. (click) Phil! come in! (click) I told county these radio’s were about broken, but with the spending this year, no glimmer of receiving any help there. Randy! Is that you? (crackle) Yeah, Phil It’s me. (click) Randy! I can barely hear you, it’s a wreck up here! (crackle) Hey! Some dummies just flew by here without snow tire chains, hope you can stop them before they arrive at Crowley! (click) Too late I think, A black Chevy was it? (crackle) Yep! Dang!

OK, I’ll phone Sarah down the hill and let her know we got a crazy one up here, appreciate it Phil and you should get inside for the overnight, I’m blocking the road right now. (click) OK, Thanks Randy, see ya tomorrow. (crackle) Please keep that yahoo from hurting himself, but if you scare the tar out of him, I wont mind.