|Perhaps We Can Make It To The NEXT Football Game.|
I was 16 years old, very soon after I got my driver's
license, I borrowed my dad's car and went on a double
date. I had
cleaned the car to the point of near spotless. I was, to
be as modest as possible, looking good. I picked up my
buddy and we proceeded to pick up our dates. Two very
popular girls in our school. They were cheerleaders and
they were cheerleading chaperones for the midget league
football team's cheerleaders. We were going to go to a
midget league football game for this date. We had to travel to
the neighboring town which was about 15 miles away. We
were running behind to get to the game in time. I got a
bright idea to take a short cut, which I had not taken
before. But, I knew it was a short cut because it was
going through a mountain on a dirt road to the
neighboring town. Since we were in such a hurry, I drove
faster than I should have and the car was fishtailing in
the curves of the dirt road. A more experienced driver
would have noticed the difference in the road surface and
would have adjusted his driving speed accordingly. I was
rushing because we were already running late. With my
heart set on getting our dates to the game, I continued
to exceed a sensible speed. The vocal expressions of my
friends having fun egged me on as I was fishtailing in
the curves. Perhaps doing one fishtail too many, I lost
control on a curve. The car plunged into a dirt
embankment and did some noticeable damage to the car.
Everyone was fine. However, the fender, the front grill,
and the door took some damage.
As a result of the accident, the motor mount had broken. So, when I tried to crank up the car, the fan on the engine would scrape against the fan guard and make a very loud clanking noise.
|In an effort to remedy this problem, we
found a full can of soda pop in the trunk of the car. We
positioned the can in a place to prevent the fan from
scraping the fan guard. This eliminated the noise.
However, it seemed that after every ten minutes or so of
driving the can would dislodge and the fan would start
scraping against the fan guard and immediately resume the
loud clanking noise. I would quickly get out of the car
and re-position the can. Over and over it went. Me
scurrying out of the car, I would mount the can, I would
get back in the car, drive a little ways and the can
dislodged, the loud noise starting up again, then me out
of the car, me re-positioning the can, me in the car,
drive another 10 minutes, can dislodge, noise start up,
me hurrying out of the car, me repositioning the can, me
in the car. This went on for what seemed like an
eternity. It was a very humiliating time in that I was
not impressing my date.
To top off the evening, we didn't make it in time for the football game. The game was over when we arrived.
Once we found a smoother road the dislodging of the can didn't happen as often. We ended up having a great time after all. We laughed a lot. Throughout the evening though, there was a gnawing dread of facing my dad the next day. As a result of that I hardly slept the entire night after I arrived home.
My dad had me work to get money to pay for the repairs to the car. I felt better after that.
Submitted by: GC
Thank you GC for your submission.
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