Just when I thought Harry had no way of climbing the mountain, he actually drove off in a beat-up pickup truck from the warehouse that was slated for the scrapyard.
I watched the pickup chug and sputter as it struggled to make any headway.
It hit me then that Harry and my best friend really were a match made in heaven.
Whether it was wearing a bikini in sub-zero temperatures or driving a rusted-out pickup up a mountain during a blizzard, one would have to have a serious screw loose to do something this stupid.
One did it for fame, the other did it for love. The sheer absurdity of their actions was mind-boggling.
As they said, birds of a feather flocked together.
'I could already see how this was going to end.'
They brought this entirely upon themselves.
*****
A few days later, vil
