Re: Stupid Pit Tricks
In 1975, my partner and I were driving home from a points race in LaPlace, LA. We had a '65 Chevelle SW O/S car loaded on a single cab ramp truck. We had taken a helpful kid with us for the weekend to give him the experience of "big-time drag racers". Well, the kid was wimpy tired at dark-thirty in the morning and there wasn't enough room in the cab for three to be comfortable, so we put him in the driver's seat of the wagon to lay down and sleep. Just north of Jackson, MS on I20, we are cruising at about 70 when my partner sees a sign up ahead that says "BUMP". Before he could react, we encounter a buckle in the pavement that could have been an Olympic ski jump. With eyes as big as silver dollars and a death grip on the steering wheel we daylighted the ramp truck over the bump. Everything in the cab bounced off the ceiling, including us. Coffee everywhere, knots on our heads and half the stuff that was laying in the floor is now on top of the dash! Luckily, he maintained control and pulled over a quickly as he could gain his senses. We jumped out to check the car and survey the damage. Whew! Chains on the front and back held and everything was tight. Then he thought of the kid. . . Opened the door to find stuff thrown around everywhere in the car, including the kid! He was now in the back seat, but still sound asleep! The kid later became a partner on the car since we figured that anyone who could deal with stuff that well has got to be worth something.
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