Don wanted to be sure the car had enough gas to get to our home fellowship on Sunday and back because, in his words, it would NOT be good to get stuck out there in the middle of nowhere with nobody around.
And Don wanted to make sure that Caleb understood that just because we saw our friends ahead of us on the road, that we would not be speeding up to catch them because it just wouldn't be safe to drive that fast on the rock roads.
Imagine the irony, then, as the words still hung in the bubble above his head, that he lost control on the rocks and we careened off the side of the road, tearing off a big chunk of the front bumper and landing in a ditch deep enough to be stuck.
Nope, it wouldn't do at all to get stuck out there. And it sure wouldn't do to go at an unsafe speed.
Thankfully, one of the kids in the friends' car saw us and they turned around and pulled us out. And no one was hurt. Except the car. And Don's ego. Of course we all helped that along by a good dose of good-natured ribbing at our home fellowship. Hey, that's what friends are for.
I'm just glad I wasn't the one driving.