The old family truckster is still in the middle of a cow pasture, as apparently you are not allowed to tow a car off someone’s property without the owner of the property being present. I spent the better part of the day hunting them down to apologize for parking in their field without permission, and finally met the wife, who told me she doesn’t handle these things and to wait for her husband and call him at nine tonight, because he is out of town buying farm equipment.
The truckster is in sad shape. Both mirrors are gone, the front is all scraped up, the roof is pushed down, the driver’s side door is crushed, and both tires on the driver side are flat and blown out. For good measure, there is a dozen broken eggs in the carton on the top of the hood. It did, however, start right up, so I guess unless the frame is bent, it might still be useful.
Just kind of funny that the last thing I ever thought about in a situation like this is that it would be near impossible to get the damned car towed.