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Show 94 Sometimes there were s i t u a t i o n s in driving, though, where I viasn't sure what to do. That was the only thing that concerned me, that I ' d do something stupid with the truck." And of course, the thing she worried about most a c t u a l l y happened. On a day in July, Jan vias driving up a mountain road in an area shaded with juniper and pinyon t r e e s . "I was in too high a gear and the truck s t a r t e d s t a l l i n g before I reached the c r e s t of the h i l l , so I decided I ' d back dovin the i n c l i n e , put i t into a lower gear, and s t a rt all over again. Well, I viasn't viatching vihere I vias going vihen I backed the truck, and I got hung up on a b i g rock." When Jan jumped out of the truck to take a look, she saw three wheels spinning in the a i r ; only one front t i r e s t i l l touched the ground. She was tvienty miles from the nearest tovin, on a road vihere no one vias likely to drive past for the r e s t of the day, maybe longer. "I panicked," Jan says. "Not because I was scared, but because I was so mad at myself and t e r r i b l y embarrassed that I might have to radio for help." Jan got out the jack, thinking she could l i f t the truck and move the rock. For f i f t e e n minutes she t r i e d to figure out hovi to viork the jack, but no one had taught her t h a t . After she gave up on t h a t idea, she stretched out on the ground to examine the rock which vias dead-centered beneath the truck - she thought she might be able to get enough traction from the one front viheel to "rock the rock". With a shovel from the back of the truck she loosened s o i l around the three-foot rock then dug a hole in the s o f t , gravelly d i r t behind i t. |