A Nerve Racking Expierence

I was traveling home with a load of wood today when, quite frankly, I ran off the road. The details of this little ditch clearing episode are, basically, a result of laziness. Before leaving Long Island Lumber I noticed my tailgate was not shut properly. I decided I would drive nice and slow and everything would probably be fine. And, I was right, for about two miles. I was in a nice long straight stretch of road when life became somewhat more exciting. I heard a noise and, like all good drivers, I used my mirror to see what was going on. However, when I did this I dropped my right wheels off the rd. I was not going extremely fast up until this point. At this point in time it felt like I was going 100 instead of 35. Some more pertinent facts. At this point in the rd. there really is no ditch just a drop off of approximately 3 feet. I really didn't want to navigate this terrain so I tried to ease the truck back on the rd. My ears then told me that the rear tires where under duress and the truck was really feeling like it was going to turn over. Also, the board fence was getting much closer to the truck then I liked. I decided maybe navigating the dropping terrain would be a better approach to life. Thankfully, there was a truck width of grass between the rd and the board fence. I managed to ease the truck into this grassy expanse without turning over. I got out of the truck threw the wood out of the rd. Shut the tailgate properly. Went home. Got my pickup and retrieved the wood. What a shaky afternoon...