Lord, Hang My Head and Cry

Lord, Hang My Head and Cry

Lord, Hang My Head and Cry
Camera: Argus C3 (1940)
Film: Tasma Mikrat 300 (x-12/83); 6iso
Process: HC-110; 1+200; 120min.
Near Ephrata, Washington

Sometimes you’re tempted to take a very horrible road. Usually you should. But you need to be prepared. Troubled times can be waiting for you down that long old way.


3 thoughts on “Lord, Hang My Head and Cry

  1. We do this. And we’ve gotten quite adept at taking econoboxes where they gather stares from 4×4 owners, who ask us how on earth we got there in that THING. However, we did learn one time that econoboxes don’t do well on steep grades up around 12,000 feet (Ophir Pass in Colorado); nearly burned up the engine on that trip.

    It’s usually just a matter of being patient, working the road, and making sure we have enough fuel and water. We’ve also gotten adept at knowing when to stop and turn back. Although we’ve had some close calls over the years, we’ve never had to be towed and have never needed assistance from others to get out of the mess where we drove ourselves.

    1. This is the road that cost me quite a bit of scratch. We took it for about ten miles. After two, it devolved into a two track Jeep road. It was bad, but not the worst road we’ve had the Subaru on. But after ten very slow miles, we came to a locked gate. It was a bummer, but not much we could do.

      So we turned around and I began to drive out. A mile later, I got way too cocky, thinking that since I had just been on the same road, it would be okay to speed up a bit. After another mile, while going about 30mph, I looked away from the road for a second and hit something HARD. I didn’t bottom out, but whatever it was took out both of my passenger side tires. Totally flat with only the doughnut for a spare.

      Still eight miles from civilization, I drove at a crawl to the main road. The tires were shredded and whatever I hit bent the front rim. It was intense. An hour later, a tow truck loaded us up.

      But it was also Saturday night, and the only thing open the next day was freaking Wal Mart. So now I have a full set of brand new Walmart Goodyears. I may as well have rubber bands around the wheels.

      So I’ll now have to buy new good tires, and will probably get better rims (15″ to give me more of a selection of better tires, even at Walmart).

      In other ways, we were very prepared. This is just a reminder that weekends are awesome, just don’t break down.

      1. Ugh. I hate that. We’ve never lost two tires at once. The worst we’ve had was on our honeymoon, back in 1990.

        We drove about 4,000 miles in three weeks — from Maryland out to Colorado, then through Wyoming, Montana, and Idaho, then back to Maryland. On the way back home, one of the rear tires on our grossly overloaded Geo Metro began to severely vibrate, so we stopped in Casper to get it checked. Turned out it was cusped to the point where you could almost put your finger through the last of the remaining rubber. Annnnnd, it was the weekend; a Sunday, just before lunch… and no Chevy dealers were open. Annnnd the Geo had 14-inch tires. So we waited for hours and hours while the mechanic hunted down a pair of replacements and finally mounted them on the car for us — mucho big bucks.

        We lost so much time that we had to drive through the night to make it back to Maryland in time for us to return to work that Monday morning.

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