I had just finished up some web design work at around 11:21am and thought to myself, “With this warm and rainy weather it would be perfect conditions for 4 wheeling”.  So I loaded up the 4 wheeler into my “army styled” truck and took off for this great spot I was told about a while back.  My mom came too but she doesn’t like to be in the rain, or get muddy.  So she sat in the truck.  Anyways, I buzzed through trails, went over large hills, flew down paths, and even got stuck once in a ravine.  I made it out, but it took some skilled ‘wheeling.

This continued on for a little bit, I was having a grand old time, until I saw lightning.  I figured that it would be good to head home before I was fried by billions of volts of electricity [exaggeration.  I don’t know how many volt there are in a bolt of lightning].  I got back to the truck and loaded up my honda.  I was about to jump in the truck when I realized how muddy and wet I was, I had just cleaned my truck a little while ago and I didn’t really want to get it all muddy and wet.  So I did what any rational person would do, I took of my pants, shoes, and sweatshirt.

The entire drive home I was glad that I quite when I did because the rains really picked up.  When I got home it was pouring cats and dogs.  I lamented taking off my wet clothes because now I had to jump out of the truck and try and unload the 4 wheeler either in my dry boxers or put on the cold wet clothes again.  Neither sounded good so i just sat in the truck for a little while. 

5… maybe 6 minutes went by when I got a call from my dad asking where I was.  I replied that I was in the driveway.  He told me to hurry up and bring him some board from the garage because the front yard was flooding and it was about to come in the house.  So I jumped out and ran into the garage and grabbed the boards.  He came out just as I was plopping them down in front of the door to stop the small river that was headed for my house. 

“Where are your pants?”  said my dad.  I explained that because they were muddy I took them off.  Meanwhile its raining like crazy and were getting soaked to the bone, so he just tells me to put them back on and slip my shoes on too so I don’t step on something sharp.  I do and then we quickly resume damming up the rushing water trying to penetrate the front door of my house.

We worked for like 20 minutes digging out part of our ditch near the road, moving dirt here, taking away some from there, putting bricks and boards at different spots in our yard to try and re-route the water.  It was crazy… totally beats my 4 wheeling story.

Soaked through and through,

Andrew Nemeth

P.S. “I’m screaming at the top of my lungs; pretending the echos belong to someone, someone I used to know”