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by stovepipemike » Sun. Oct. 12, 2014 8:33 am
Here is a little story from my youth that you might enjoy. I used to love cold weather and especially snow as a kid. Sledding was as good as it got in those days. We had a 3/4 mile long hill that all the kids were on after a snow. There was a Stop sign right in the middle of it. My buddy and I decided that we would start "hitching" to the rear bumper of any car we could. When they stopped or at least slowed at that stop sign, we would lock on. Up the hill came a beautiful 55 Olds 98.We grabbed on at the stop sign. It was dark night this time and we thought we were not detected back there. It was uphill to the main road and he moved out slow on the icy road. We were doing good until he turned left on the main road. He wound down the window and yelled, you kids are in a world of S#!+ now, hold on if you can. He hit the gas. We could not let him "shake us" so we hung on tight as he got up more speed. My buddy Charlie got ripped away when we went over a huge dry spot on the highway, lots of sparks and Charlie was gone from the bumper. I saw under the car and saw it coming and hooked my boots hard on the tail of the sled. We had gone about a mile or so when we came up to the railroad crossing in town. He was flying and I went up in the air when he hit the tracks, the sled pulled out from under me. I was still hanging on and when I came back down on the tracks. The force pulled apart my belt, tore out my button, broke my zipper and the snow, slush scooped and filled up my pants. Up ahead was a red light. He stopped, wound down the window and yelled "learn anything kid?" .I learned not to pick on any more powerful Oldsmobiles that's what. Then there is the milk truck story, but that's for another time. Mike /