Posted by:
kasia13
at Sat Aug 19 15:04:26 2006 [ Email Message ] [ Show All Posts by kasia13 ]
Well, this was a dumb stupid thing. I had just gotten my first car, a '76 Chevy Monza (went 55 with the gas pedal all the way down), and came the fall, time to change to snow tires. My grandmother lived at the top of a huge hill, and offered her garage as a place to put my summer tires. After carefully rolling 2 or 3 tires down her driveway, dumb-dumb thought, "why not roll it:", as there was a curb at the bottom. My college graduate brain thought the tire would hit the curb and fall...
Instead, it leaped in the air about 5 feet and rolled straight down to the next road down the hill. Grandma almost had a coronary laughing at me, tearing down the hill. Finally it came to rest 2 streets down, and with my tail beneath my legs, and the tire, I climbed up the hill. She never let me forget that day. God I miss her.
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