05/20/2026
Earlier today I got a call out around mile marker 293 of the richardson. A woman had gone off the road and ended up stuck down the side of a steep embankment. By the time I got there, her car was sitting at an angle that made you wonder how it hadnât rolled the rest of the way down.
I got set up and pulled the vehicle out without much trouble. Problem was, once I got it up on solid ground, I found out the parking brakeâan electric oneâwas stuck on. I tried everything I could think of. I disconnected the battery, tried some override procedures, worked through a few tricks that sometimes get those things to reset, but nothing worked.
I finally looked at her and said, âUnfortunately, weâre gonna have to tow it. If you try driving it like this, youâll burn that parking brake up.â
She shrugged and said, âOkay, thatâs fine.â
So we headed back into Delta. I dropped her car off at a friendâs place over on Milltan, got everything settled, and before she got out I asked, âYou got somebody coming to get you?â
She said, âCould you give me a ride home?â
I said sure.
Weâll leave the road unnamed and just say it was somewhere off Clearwater.
I turned down the road and took her home, dropped her off in her driveway, and then backed out and started heading back the way I came.
Thatâs when I saw a car coming at me.
This car came flying down the road toward me, and the driver was hanging his arm out the window waving like he was trying to stop a runaway train. I stopped and opened my door.
The guy got out and came marching up to the truck.
âWhat are you doing on my road?â he asked.
I looked at him and said, âWell, itâs a public road, ainât it?â
âNo,â he snapped. âItâs our road. What are you doing on our road?â
At that point I wasnât interested in arguing. Iâd been out working all day and had no reason to explain myself to some stranger.
I said, âWell, you have yourself a good night, man.â
I started easing forward.
Then things got weird.
He grabbed onto the grab rail on the side of my truck and pulled himself up. I gave it a little gas and instead of backing off, he hopped onto my step. Now he was hanging onto both grab railsâone on the outside and one by the steering wheelâwith both feet planted on the step.
So I stopped.
I looked at him and said, âMan, Iâm about to punch you.â
âGo ahead,â he said.
I said, âOkay, Iâm about to pull something else out on you.â
âYeah,â he said. âGo ahead. Shoot me while youâre at it.â
Now by this point Iâd already made it pretty clear this was a bad idea, and none of it was getting through to him.
I grabbed him and shoved him hard.
Nothing.
He held on.
I shoved him harder, and now he was fighting to keep his grip.
Then I pulled him in close and said, âBuddy, youâre about to get hurt real bad here.â
Thatâs when I smelled it.
Alcohol.
Suddenly the whole situation made more sense.
And I thought, *You know what? I donât actually have to hurt this guy.*
So I changed gears.
I said, âLet me call the troopers and let them deal with this.â
He said, âYeah, go ahead and call the troopers.â
I said, âI can smell the alcohol on your breath. Theyâll probably love talking to you about that.â
He looked at me and said, âIâm on my property.â
I said, âWell, letâs see what they have to say about that.â
That did it.
He let go of the truck, jumped off the step, turned around, and walked straight back to his car.
I shut my door and drove off.
So if rumors ever start floating around town about me doing something shady in a tow truck on some unnamed road off Clearwater, thatâs my official version of events.