I’ve been stuck many many times and never for good reason. There was the time that I decided to do doughnuts on the baseball field before winter basketball practice. It was going great until I started to lose momentum and the car sank into a foot of crusty snow and stopped cold. Most of the b-ball team peered out of the gym door with a few knuckle heads out there cold shootin’ some hoop. Those who felt my pain sacrificed their shoes and gave my car a shove just in time for the coach to see my fresh El Camino rolling kilo G into a parking space. It pays to get to practice early so you can do doughnuts.
Then there was that time I was fish tailing on snow covered roads New Year’s Eve and ended up in the ditch. I missed New Year’s waiting for the tow truck by myself. Seems as though a lot of people were in the ditch that night so the tow didn’t come quick. I wan’t bitter. Bubbly with friends or a warm car seat and the radio. Bubbly… radio… bubbly… radio… bubbly. Crap. I can’t believe I missed that entire New Year’s Eve. You know one of you guys could have tossed me a bone, beer or some bubbly. I was in that car for like two hours. Whatever.
The car I ditched wasn’t actually a fresh El Camino. Close though. It was a 1976 Skylark affectionately called the beige bomber. It was completely unsexy and utterly practical. It had to be for my grandma who was the original owner before passing it onto my sister with 22,000 miles on the clock. Then once sis went off to college I got lucky. Thanks for getting air conditioning grandma, you’ll probably never use it in Tucson where it averages like 100 degrees. The car was free, reliable transportation as I was reminded by my dad. It was also built the old fashion way. The bumpers were solid steel which were great for pushing, strapping on a tow rope or as I often found out at parties, jumping on. Parents take note: the car doesn’t just need to be safe in an accident. It needs to be safe for your bozo son who is going to throw more curves at it than a box of donuts.