On Tuesday I was assigned a job near the edge of town where they just started a brand new housing development.
There are only a couple of properties down that way.
The boss sent me to finish with the HVAC installation on one of the new properties. I answered the address into my gps. It was way down the road and at least 7 miles off the interstate. When I got to the last road, I started a steep incline on a very bumpy road. I honestly thought about turning around because I don’t have four wheel drive. I was terribly afraid that my vehicle would not make it all the way down the hill. If I did make it all the way down the hill, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it all the way back. The customer was waiting outside. She apologized for the bumpy road. The woman waited there while I worked on the finishing touches of the HVAC installation job. I was there for a couple of hours. I needed a part that I could not find anywhere in the building. Thank goodness I have one in my truck because I didn’t want to drive all the way back to the office. I didn’t want to tackle that hill any more times than was absolutely necessary. On my way up the hill after the repair was finished, I must have hit every single pothole. I thought I had a flat tire. I’m glad my small Ford truck made it up the hill but that’s not a place that I would probably go again after seeing the steepness of the hill.