A few years ago, an unusual story happened to my good acquaintances. They live in a small provincial town. People are simple, just like most people. In the summer, they are going to go to nature as a family. Bathe in the river, sunbathe, eat kebabs. There is a great place not far from their town, that's where they decided to go.
The family has two cars: a Ford Focus and an old UAZik. Let's go to the countryside in a domestic car - after all, a jeep! To a resting place approximately 100 km, and as the car is absolutely old, it cannot go more than 50 km/hour.
The road to the resting place is the only one and very narrow. Because of the slowness of UAZ, the back was constantly signaled, the headlights were blinking, and after overtaking it was cut. Especially two foreign cars of red and black flowers behaved in Hamsko way. They drove together and shouted out of the same car: Where did you go in your trough, give way to normal cars! Slowly, nervously, all the way to the place, the acquaintances arrived safely. The head of the family driving for twenty years and saw a lot, so he decided not to spoil his vacation. The weekend flew by quickly. Good weather, warm water, different delicacies - everything added positive emotions. It was originally planned to return home on Sunday, because everyone had to go to work on Monday.
Sunday morning was just as sunny, but suddenly the clouds came up and the wind blew strong. Apart from my acquaintances, there were a lot of holidaymakers in that place, and nobody wanted to leave in the morning, still wanted to spend time in the countryside. The weather was getting worse, and it was raining lightly. All the holidaymakers began to pack their bags, and so did Vladimir and his family.
After packing tents, folding tables and chairs and garbage removal, UAZ with passengers on board moved back on the way. While we were about to, the rain turned into a downpour, and the road was scattered. It was getting harder and harder to drive every minute.
Where there was a flat surface recently, there was now a slurry of sand and clay. Having driven away a few kilometers from the resting place, Vladimir saw an interesting picture ahead. The black foreign car tried to pull out the stuck red car. A symbolic one remembered at once the khams who overtook him two days ago. Trying to release his friends from the liquid captivity, the second car also got stuck on the bottom. Vladimir, having watched them a little bit, got into the car and quietly drove by the side of the road. People in foreign cars looked at the old UAZ with envy, for which such dirt was an easy walk. They did not even try to ask for help, because they understood that after their behavior, no one would help.
Their eyes were desperate, and the prospect of staying overnight in stuck cars was clear. Vladimir drove a little forward and stopped the car. He decided that even though he had been offended in his heart, he wouldn't leave people in trouble. Having given up the rope back, he pulled out a rope and waved to the driver of a foreign car, letting him know what would help them get out.
In just a few minutes, UAZ easily pulled out both cars. While winding the rope around, the savior was about to leave, but he was called out. All the people from the two cars approached. Someone looked away, someone blushed, but still they thanked him and apologized humanely for their ugly behavior. Wishing each other good luck, everyone got into the cars and drove on. Vladimir calmly drove the car and thought about what had happened.
In his heart, he hoped that this case would serve as a lesson to those people and that there would be at least a few more normal drivers on the roads.