The Magic of Three

Starting with a back story....Mr. Lucky and I have been married for over 50 years. (Sigh).  Part of the reason for that is we try to avoid engaging in the act of towing vehicles together.  It's in the marriage commandments.  Thou shall not enter in vehicle towing as the tower or the towee.  

A few weeks ago Mr. Lucky and I were enjoying a warm, sunny day riding our four-wheelers on some back-country trails.  I use the word "trails" loosely here because in some places there had not been a tire track for probably 2 to 3 years.  No matter, though.  

As we scurried along all of a sudden my four-wheeler decided to quit.  Where I could coast (that would be on a downhill) I did.  Where I couldn't coast, which seemed to be more common,  Mr. Lucky towed me.  Yes.  The T-word.  I only crashed into him once.   We made it back to the pickup pretty much unscathed. The next day my wheeler got a brand new battery.  Problem solved.

The very next day we were out of town when our great and glorious Buick, affectionately known as Mrs. B, decided not to start.  Long story short a really nice mechanic called a really nice tow truck driver to rescue us.  The Buick, Mrs. B was towed.   Mr. Lucky and I were only involved as observers and, of course, check writers.  Paying for the tow was the least of our concerns at that time.  A few hours later the aforementioned mechanic got Mrs. B back on the road again.  Another check writing episode ensued.  Oh, well.

So, I kept wondering when the other shoe would drop.  When will we have the third towing experience?  That mystery was solved a couple of weeks later.  Mr. Lucky came in to report that one of his riding lawn mowers (#6) had a break-down and we were going to have to tow it.  WHAT?  This time I was assigned the position of tower.  With a limited amount of voice-raising and cussing we got-er-done.  

There are two take-aways here.  A marriage can survive towing.  All things happen in threes.