04/24/2026
Here's a funny story about our flatbed trailer, straight out of a movie scene. I take our Polaris UTV and motorcycle to a shop in Murfreesboro, about an hour drive from the farm. On the way home after picking up our Polaris, I was about halfway home when a guy in a pickup truck pulled alongside me on the highway. His window is rolled down and he's frantically waving at me to get my attention.
I rolled down my window to try to hear, but it's impossible to hear when going 70mph. I was able to make out enough of what he was yelling. He was motioning back toward my trailer, indicating that something was wrong.
I quickly pull over and rush to see what's wrong with the trailer or worse yet, the Polaris. Much to my chagrin, the ramp on the right-hand side was dragging along the roadway. Apparently, I failed to secure it properly when I loaded the Polaris. And worse yet, I didn't even notice it.
I have no idea how long it had been like that, possibly for as long as 30 minutes. The part of the ramp rubbing on the ground was clearly rounded off, as if the road was sandpaper and speeding down the highway was like a skilled carpenter rounding the edget of a sharp board.
And it was hot to the touch, really hot. Like burn my hand hot.
So, I'm pretty sure there was a stream of sparks flowing from the ramp as I sped down the highway, also. I am very thankful for that man. The kindness of strangers always brings a smile to my face.