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Fun With Motor Vehicles…
Inspired by Jay’s entry, I was going to comment, but, hey, this is enough material for MY blog. So-
Back in 1981 or so, I’m driving a 1971 Chevy pickup. Now I don’t know if you’re familiar with the fine products from GM in the early ‘70s, but mine certainly was a POS. The special feature on mine was that the door wouldn’t close, so I tied a rope onto the driver’s side arm rest, & sat on it to keep it closed. Tight right hand turns were a bitch. Nevertheless, it was cheap, & it fit my needs.
So ANYway, I went out for a couple beers after work one night when I was working the 3-11 shift, & started home about 1230 in the am. I was cruising down main street & pass a little car that was hugging the right hand side of the road.
Apparently, the driver of the little car took umbrage at my passing, & proceeded to follow at bumper length for about 3/4 mile over a couple streets.
I’m on my home street, & this bozo is still so close I can’t see his headlights over my tailgate, so I tap the brakes. Hard.
BAM.
Not surprisingly, the idiot rear ends me & smashes the shit out of his car. I get out, he & his friend get out, his friend takes off running, & this guy starts SWINGING at me. I’m laughing my ass off at this kid, & I hold him by his forehead before he can do anything that might result in my stomping his sorry butt into a curb.
"You did that on purpose you asshole"
"No, a cat ran out in front of me & I didn’t want to hit it" (heh)
"Where’s your buddy gone?"
"He might be holding so I told him to go".
"I’ll tell you what- you get your busted machine out of my sight & I won’t call the cops"
"’K"
Brand new, that day, Toyota Celica, gift from Daddy. Hood trashed, windshield cracked, headlights gone, barely driveable. It DID take a little paint off a bumper rivet on my truck.
Who says there is no social justice?
PS- the insurance check was just a bonus…
4 comments:
I love a happy ending!
O. M. G. ! That just made my day!
Ya back in '81....I rember my first Truck. It to had the same ending BLAM-O! The BLAM-O was me cutting my first tooth on the hood of my match boxes.
BW
Heh. Remind me to tell the story of my buddy Dan and the Mustang he rammed into a curb...
Actually, you reminded me of one of my own personal favorites...
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