I grin. Stuff in the modern era beckons. The truth is I don’t get into those sorts of fiascos these days.
The end of the cutoff is coming up. I stop and let the gravel dust settle. Yep, the cutoff comes out on the Heritage Ford Road. I can’t quite figure out the road gets its name. One theory has it that it leads from the Historic Ford to Burdock. The other is that all the antique car people like to drive their Model T’s and Model A’s and Panel Vans back and forth over it on July 4 and other warm weather holidays. Which makes sense, because if they were naming this road after the Historic Ford, it would stand to reason that it would be named the Historic Ford Road.
But then I pass a rusting old Ford grain truck sitting in a tangle of vines and growth sitting beneath a long abandonned windmill and concede that other ideas too numerous to mention.
I get out on the Ford Road and put the truck into gear. With the Weenerman taking the South route over the Road Bridge by Drollingers, all I have to do is wade accross at the Water Bridge and I’d gain at least 45 minutes and probably catch up at the Clover County Feed and Supply at Stubbs End.