#car problems #flat tire
I've got to admit I'm recycling this story. It's a couple of years old but still cracks me up. Hope you enjoy!!!
Growing up my dad owned an auto salvage with his dad and brother. I
used to spend summer days out there learning all sorts of things.
Mainly my twin cousin and I would take the Green Machine - a Pinto minus
the hatchback, the hood and the doors - and drive it up and down the
rows in between wrecked cars. Our fathers, who were supposed to be
watching our 12-year-old selves, thought this would be a safe activity,
considering we couldn't really damage the GM and the rest of the cars
were already wrecked. The GM didn't go very fast and supposedly taught
us how to drive (if you ever saw Cousin drive, you'd think twice about
this assessment).
Little did they know what we did with it.
At
the time, Dukes of Hazzard was a really big show (I've dated myself, haven't I???). Not the cheesy movie
either, but the real Mccoy, with Bo and Luke Duke. Hoo-wee. Gotta go
get my fan. Okay, I'm back. Anyhoo, since the Dukes could leap into a
traveling car, Cousin and I figured we could too. So one of us would
hop behind the wheel of the GM, gun the puny engine until it whined in
protest and the other one would run as fast as her legs could carry her
and leap, mostly gracefully, into the car. The driver would then tell
the other how fast she could run.
Lots of good old-fashioned fun.