Back in the summer of '96 when I used to drive legally and party with some people behind a vineyard in Silver Creek, I had an '87 pontiac nerdherder...I mean stationwagon. It was Kaotix's favourite car in the world cos his lazy ass could lay down in the back seat while I busted my ass driving around. And it was awesome cos I could fit all my friends in one place and endanger all of our lives at the same time.
I mean cart us around like I was some kinda chauffeur.
Fortunately I was mostly by myself when I decided my car could fly, well, it decided it could fly.
Before I go into this, though, earlier that day I had been driving with a girlfriend of mine and on our way back from Fredonia or somethingwe I hit a wild turkey.
I was a mess, but it was worse because we had all three of her sisters in the back seat and it was WORSE because BABY turkeys ran across the road after I killed mommy. There was a fuss, like a henouse full of chickens all clucking at once, I put the turkey in the backest part of the car because saving the corpse seemed like a good idea at the time and then my friend drove us partway because I was freaked. That didn't work so well cos she didn't have her glasses so I had to drive again, but it was all okay.
Later that day...
There was a bunch of us getting ready to go somewhere I don't really recall, but there were three cars and I had to follow two other vehicles down a road to someone else's house that I had never been to before.
And we rode.
I managed to keep up with the freakin Camaro and some white like jetta or something that was faster than me until they got to the main 4 lane road and crossed before I did. I had to stop and wait for a bunch traffic to pass and then I had no clue where I was to go.
Now, I lost sight of the others because of some railroad tracks. I don't think it's called a tressel, as I think that's a bridge, this was more like a sudden almost 45 degree angle with tracks on top.
I looked both ways, and gunned it across the street, not really realising how fast I was going, which, in actuality wasn't THAT fast, but I stamped the gas hard enough so that when I got to the top of the tracks I launched the car off of the tracks and caught a good few feet of air and flew and landed and the glass gate window in the back popped open and I knocked alll the dust out of the air conditioner and the dead turkey got a good jostling.
I drove a little way, having no clue where I was, and pulled over, popped the hood to see if anything was on fire/exploded/out of place like I knew something, which I didn't and worried about the dust, then wondered where the fuck my friends were. I drove down the street a little way and then turned around and went back towards the tracks.
My friends were at a house RIGHT NEXT to the tracks. Figures.
I pulled in and they were all like, 'DUDE was that YOU who just flew past?' as they had all just seen the white streak slam by and zoom off down the street.
Indeed it was. And that shit still makes me fuckin laugh my ass off, and I didn't even break the car. | posted by Whatsername again....? @ 5/28/2006 05:07:00 pm |
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I mean cart us around like I was some kinda chauffeur.
Fortunately I was mostly by myself when I decided my car could fly, well, it decided it could fly.
Before I go into this, though, earlier that day I had been driving with a girlfriend of mine and on our way back from Fredonia or something
I was a mess, but it was worse because we had all three of her sisters in the back seat and it was WORSE because BABY turkeys ran across the road after I killed mommy. There was a fuss, like a henouse full of chickens all clucking at once, I put the turkey in the backest part of the car because saving the corpse seemed like a good idea at the time and then my friend drove us partway because I was freaked. That didn't work so well cos she didn't have her glasses so I had to drive again, but it was all okay.
Later that day...
There was a bunch of us getting ready to go somewhere I don't really recall, but there were three cars and I had to follow two other vehicles down a road to someone else's house that I had never been to before.
And we rode.
I managed to keep up with the freakin Camaro and some white like jetta or something that was faster than me until they got to the main 4 lane road and crossed before I did. I had to stop and wait for a bunch traffic to pass and then I had no clue where I was to go.
Now, I lost sight of the others because of some railroad tracks. I don't think it's called a tressel, as I think that's a bridge, this was more like a sudden almost 45 degree angle with tracks on top.
I looked both ways, and gunned it across the street, not really realising how fast I was going, which, in actuality wasn't THAT fast, but I stamped the gas hard enough so that when I got to the top of the tracks I launched the car off of the tracks and caught a good few feet of air and flew and landed and the glass gate window in the back popped open and I knocked alll the dust out of the air conditioner and the dead turkey got a good jostling.
I drove a little way, having no clue where I was, and pulled over, popped the hood to see if anything was on fire/exploded/out of place like I knew something, which I didn't and worried about the dust, then wondered where the fuck my friends were. I drove down the street a little way and then turned around and went back towards the tracks.
My friends were at a house RIGHT NEXT to the tracks. Figures.
I pulled in and they were all like, 'DUDE was that YOU who just flew past?' as they had all just seen the white streak slam by and zoom off down the street.
Indeed it was. And that shit still makes me fuckin laugh my ass off, and I didn't even break the car. | posted by Whatsername again....? @ 5/28/2006 05:07:00 pm |
