Subbing and Stubbing (Volume 78, March - June, 2001)
Wednesday, March 7, 2001 This morning we drove to Rockbridge to buy more sawdust and shavings at the sawmill. As soon as we pulled away with our full truck, we heard an ominous clanking sound. We pulled over and discovered the muffler hanging down on the ground. We had no choice but to let it keep clanking against the pavement for fifteen miles or so, until it finally fell off right in front of our pole shed. Driving home in my ancient, tiny, rusted truck, front held together