When the wheels come off

I just read Steve Wright’s blog on expecting more of the same for this last day of the derby.

Not sure I can completely agree with that. There are simply times the wheels just come off and there’s nothing you can do about it.

There’s some literal meaning to that along with the figurative.

Of course the figurative is the Harris Chain event several years ago that Brian Snowden let slip through his hands after having a huge lead and blowing up on the final day.

The figurative wheels just came off.

The literal took place as my camera boat driver, Ron Moore, and I raced south toward Clewiston. As is the normal course of things for me and my 50-plus-year-old spine, we were driving.

Somewhere about Lakeport, which halfway to Clewiston a wheel, tire, lugs and some dignity just came right off the boat and onto the highway. In no time, we were stranded on the side of the road and looking as if our appointed rounds of shooting on the water were not going to be met. It was completely unseen and totally unplanned for.

We were able to adjust though.

Currently, Gettys Brannon and I are racing south to hook up with Hackney.

Ron Moore is several miles behind us taking care of the all too literal scenario of wheels coming off at 65-mph.

It’s already happened literally today. Could happen figuratively at anytime.