A Ficly about two boys who have an experience with their first car.
My father gave us the old family station wagon when we turned seventeen that november, so we figured that because the car was falling apart anyway, we might take it for a bit of a spin. We put a few bags of cement mix in the trunk and the back seat to keep it nice and low to the ground. There was a bump at the end of the road and I wondered if we could make it over without loosing the front fender.
Devan wanted to make sure that we didn’t get hurt trying it, so we backed the car up about a hundred or so feet and stuck it in gear. We both got out.
There was my brother with one of the bags of cement, getting ready to drop it on the accelerator.
There was a dumb look on our faces that meant we were trying to figure out if this was a good idea or not.
Had there been a movie theater in town, or something, anything really, we might have been less inclined to nod at each other and throw the bag on the pedal.
I guess neither of us expected the lug nuts on the left front wheel to rattle off and send the tire flying into the neighbors living room. Of course, I’m sure they were more concerned about the rest of the car which found its way into pool, although I’m sure they didn’t find it until the following summer.
ALTERNATE version on Ficly: http://ficly.com/stories/17862