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Another story: Today a couple of teenagers hit the guardrail on a bridge that fronts my property. I walked down and asked if they needed help; they sure did. The front tire was flat and pinned between the bridge and the guardrail. They were shaken up, scared to call their parents, scared of the cops, etc. The car wouldn't start, much less move. "Hold on," I said," let me run up to the barn." I returned with the 8n and a bit of chain. The kids hooked it up, and I set the tractor into first gear, slowly pulling the chain tight. The 8n shook and pulled, and shook again, and finally: "pop!" Out came the tire. The driver, meanwhile, had turned the steering wheel the wrong way, and the car rolled out into oncoming traffic. Not good! But there was nothing I could do about it while in the seat. Traffic was now blocked both ways by a half-smashed car and a 60 year old tractor. Talk about mean looks! I got off the tractor and was unhooking the chain so as to be able to push the car back into the guardrail (and out of both lanes). Luckily, however, the Boy Genius then discovered that the battery was only knocked loose by the impact. We tightened it up, and the car started; he limped it off the bridge before someone road-raged us. I didn't stick around for a thank you.
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