I’m a born and raised country girl and I used to go muddin’ all the time back when I lived in Ohio. In the years since I traded in NE Ohio for Cary, NC and my trucks/Jeeps for a fuel-efficient Kia, I’ve really missed my old life and hobbies. So, when I accidentally got my little Kia stuck in the mud in my parents’ yard while visiting for the holidays, I got a little rush from the attempts to drive it out of the muddy yard. It didn’t work because, well, it’s a fucking Kia with cheap road tires, not a truck or Jeep with mud tires.
My brother had to eventually tow it out with his F-250 diesel truck, but I was part of the effort because my car is a stick shift and the driver had to be good enough with a clutch to feather it while he pulled, and steer it away from the nearby trees. My husband isn’t as proficient with manual transmissions as I am, so I did the driving myself, and I was glad to discover that my skills were still intact after 5 years. Plus, the hubby already met my minimum spousal requirement of being capable of driving a stick shift, so we’re good!
The whole experience, besides making me happy to have a nice connection with my brother, who is typically pretty anti-social but will absolutely have a conversation about vehicles, also got a song stuck in my head. I’m not much of a country music fan, but I’ve had Brad Paisley’s “Mud on the tires” stuck in my head for days. It’s as if the mud has been calling me back!!
Ever since I got back to NC, I’ve felt more and more like I belong back home in Ohio with a truck or a Jeep instead of this Kia and this apartment in the city. It’s true; you can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl. Maybe with a little luck, I can end up back home with my awesome hubby and a Jeep. That would be nice.
If you want to check out the song that inspired this post, you can view it here.
I’ve got the perfect place in mind…it’s in the middle of nowhere, only one way to get there, you gotta get a little mud on the tires!
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