Driving a 95 Thunderbird on lowered shocks, outside of Amarillo Texas right after it rained, turning the table-flat panhandle into a bog. I saw a giant mud puddle in the middle of a two-lane road, and drove half onto the shoulder to avoid it. The muddy shoulder completely swallowed my right tires and dragged the whole…

“That slap against the flesh. That’s when you know it’s not good”