When I was a kid,riding in the car, I would beg my Dad to stop for turtles we saw crossing the road.
I mean, every time I saw one.
"Are you crazy boy? I'm going 65 mph and it's pouring!"
It wasn't my current enlightened, "let's help it across the road" turtlephillic motivation though.
No, it was more the "Can I keep it? Huh? Can I keep it?" philosophy.
I was a just a tad reptile crazed from birth to ... how old am I?
So, ... the crazed part has mellowed, and I know not to bring every turtle home to my wild homestead, but I still get that "Oh boy, a turtle!" feeling when I see one as I drive along.
These days, when it's safe for both of us, I move turtles off the road (yes, in the direction they were going)...snakes too.
Recently I was driving on a 2 lane rural road that bisects an intermittent pond called, "Long Pond" when I spotted a big brown lump in the road.
Even from a distance, I could tell it was a huge softshell turtle. I assumed it had already been killed since it remained motionless as I approached.
I pulled over to look at it, and surprise! It was perfectly fine.
So being familiar with the long, lightning fast, bitey-ended neck of the softshell, I grabbed a piece of PVC pipe to shoo it off the road. I poked, I prodded, I spoke encouragingly ...
Well, she was having none of that. She engaged full braking mode and was not gonna move.
So I grabbed her from behind, held her way out in front of me to avoid that neck, and carried her off the road.
The video tells the story, complete with post turtle "rescue" elation.