I put my shoulder into the rear of the truck and push.
To my surprise, Crystalo has put her shoulder into the truck and is giving it the varsity effort.
“A little momentum in the right spot would work wonder right now,” Crystalo calls over.
With a little effort, and lots of adrenalin pumping, the Buck Truck starts to roll, just a little. And then picks up speed as it starts its way back down.
Crystalo pulls herself up into the bed, grabs a panic bar and offers a hand to help me up and in.
The trees and stuff start going by as Ernie steers us down the dirt track that had got us up there.
The Buck Truck rolls and jolts down thru the dim early morning.Crystalo holds onto her panic bar and calls over, “And I thought my Stunt Driver was Loco!”
“Don’t Worry, Maam,” Greg yells back from his perch, “Old Ernie’s picked up along these roads so much that he nknows them like the back of his hand!”
“Hang on EveryBody,” Ernie shouts back to us in the bed, “We’re coming up on the HeadSlap Narrows!”
The beam on Greg MacIntyre’s flashlights starts to flicker, “Aw Shucks,” Greg comments.
Crystalo makes a quick quip, “and now, all will be Fun.”