Ah, yes, a great example of the "Law of Serial Consequences".
We were once part of a gathering crowd watching a frenzied recovery of a nice, late model Dodge pickup stuck well below the high-tide line on the beach near Avon, NC (Cape Hatteras Nat Seashore). The tide was coming in hard. The guy had the Dodge buried up to the frame in wet sand and there was no way any of our little trucks (Isuzu Trooper at the time) could budge him. He'd summoned help (no cellphones at the time) and help soon arrived from up in Salvo, NC in the form of a mid-1960s International 1-ton 4WD pickup with huge bald,nearly flat tires, rusted completely out, and without doors whatsoever. Piled into the remnants of the bed was a huge synthetic hawser with heavy chain + hooks on each end (I know, I know). The Hoi Toider running the truck and his helper pulled up to the Dodge rear-to-rear, hitched one end of the hawser to the Dodge, drove forward to string out the rest of the line (at least 100' of line), hitched to the IH frame, then reversed to within a truck length or two of the Dodge. Everybody was well clear when he then dumped the clutch on the IH, wound out 1st, wound out 2nd, and had just grabbed 3rd when the line came taut. The line had a goodly amount of stretch to it, but it stopped the IH pretty quickly. Right as the IH stopped, the Dodge popped out like a cork from a bottle of bubbly. In fact, it popped out so quickly it was briefly completely in the air. The Dodge's driver actually "bit" the steering wheel and busted his lip. A round of applause and the popping of several beers completed the spectacle.
Foy
