“Back then I ran with a reckless abandon in a Pontiac…”
Like the time I was stranded on I-84 and had to hike it into Cascade Locks to find a payphone. My brother and sister-in-law just happened to drive by and hunted me down. Apparently the fire department came while I was away to make sure my smoking engine wasn't on fire (I did cringe a little when I heard the sirens, wondering if they were for me).
Or the time we were stranded along the banks of the Klickitat River when Tim Winterstein and I went fishing. Not only did we not catch anything, I believe it was a corroded battery cable that prevented us from moving along to another fishing hole. Pastor Bundschuh and his daughters just happened to drive by as we were hiking into Lyle.
Or the time I had to drive with the windows down for two or three months in the winter because the heater core was shot and was exuding a nasty, sticky smoke through the vents.
Or the time I drove from Portland to White Salmon at midnight with no brakes (if my kids are ever as stupid as I was…).
The Lord is good.