A post-show reverie and stroll through the woods, is startlingly interrupted as the back end of a truck appeared suddenly and violently through dense undergrowth fifteen feet above me. Wheels spinning noisily in the fresh air as it rocks gently up and down, deciding whether or not to complete the plummet. I fumble my way up the embankment to the front end of the truck. The German driver is thrashing about in the dark, swearing and kicking his truck, whose front end now completely blocks the load out track. Its back end hangs impotently and precariously in the air.
Much arm waving follows as the load out stopped dead.
The truck blocks any way of getting another vehicle into a position to pull it out. A little red terrier of a four-wheel drive fire truck pants excitedly onto the scene, revs its engine for a bit, and then shoots off into the black forest to appear two minutes later in front of the beached truck. Winches are connected, and the little red terrier drags the truck out by the scruff of its neck to cheers and applause. The truck now sheds hydraulic fluid over the track, coughs and refuses to move. The little red terrier is called once again to drag it into the woods where both driver and truck are shot.