Bulldozer

I live out in the country.  There are houses near me; I'm not in total seclusion, but no one really drives down my road unless you live on it because it doesn't GO anywhere.  It starts at the main road and loops through the mountains and back to the main road again.  That's pretty much it.  So you get used to seeing the same cars drive past, or maybe "vehicles" is a better term.

I would say you get used to the same "vehicles" because its not just cars and trucks.  I've seen people tooling down my road in cars, trucks, trailers, dirtbikes, ATVs, tractors, a Bobcat, riding lawn mowers, and yesterday, a bulldozer.

Yes, bulldozer.  The first time it drove past, I thought "huh, someone must be doing work on their property".  The second time it drove past, I watched more closely and wondered if they were having trouble finding where they were supposed to go.  The third, fourth and fifth time it drove past, I knew the guy must be lost, looking for someone's house.

Then, the 7th time he drove past, he stopped.  In front of MY house.

I tried to peek out the window without looking like the creepy lady peeking out the window, except that's pretty much what I was.

After a few minutes, two dump trucks also showed up, and I swear, just like a Clown Car, about eight guys climbed out of the cab of one truck and three out of the other.  All eleven of them stood in the road watching the guy in the bulldozer.  They walked over to the edge of my property, looked at some drainage ditches, walked to the other side, pointed, talked, then watched the bulldozer guy dig a six inch hole in a random spot, stood around in the road for a few more minutes, got back in their Clown Car Dump Trucks, and left.

Yeah, I don't know either, but that's the sort of crap that happens out here.