Only in Indiana

This story came to mind tonight, thought i would write about it so not to forget.

This one fall day(maybe spring...can't really remember) in Indiana, 3 of my buddies and i were headed from Kokomo to Lafayette, to hang out at my college apartment. I decided it might be quicker to take the country roads. For those of you not from the midwest, a country road basically means you drive on really skinny roads that cut between corn fields.

So anyway, i'm riding shotgun, my buddy Thatch is driving, with Case and Migrant in the back seat. Thatch had never taken this clever way of mine, so i was trying to guide him as we went. So as the sun is setting and we slowly approach this stop sign in the middle of nowhere, i told Thatch to just keep going straight, thinking he would follow the road. I didn't think i needed to tell him that there is about a 30 foot jog in the road to the right after the stop sign.

So as he rolls through the stop sign, i realize he isn't realizing there is no road directly ahead, rather it's a few feet to the right.

So at about 5mph, we slowly drive straight into this freshly rain-soaked muddy field in our littly chevy. I think the 3 of us passengers were immediatly befuddled as to why he drove straight into a cornfield, instead of following the road, and then also continued driving straight about 50 feet instead of stopping.. We all just kinda looked at each other and started laughing hysterically.

Anyway, this is where the fun began. Of course this little chevy was pretty much stuck out 50ft or so into this muddy cornfield. This college age girl stopped shortly after we got stuck and told us she would wait in case we needed her help with anything. So the 3 of us passengers got out in this muddy ass cornfield and decided we would try and push. So as we started pushing, of course the wheels started spinning and mud was flying everywhere. We continued trying to push even though we weren't making any progress....and of course we were all totally covered in mud as Thatch sat in his car clean as can be.

This Amish guy stops and tells us he would go to his barn nearby and get a rope to try and pull us out. Then this redneck farmer comes in his big truck and just tells Thatch to floor it and try to get out without us trying to push.

SO of course that worked and there was no need for any of us to get dirty in the first place. We were able to get out of the field before Amish guy came back with the rope. However, we were all so covered in mud that we all had to totally strip down to our boxers and ride the rest of the way in our underwear...

Anyway, i am still baffled as to how Thatch came to the conclusion that the field looked like a road....and i am also thankful for the 3 people that stopped to try and help us, who actually were probably thinking we were 4 cityboy idiots.

Those were the days.