HABBERDABBER
Senior Member
One thing I lost going down the Hi-way
I helped a buddy move some items his girlfriend left behind when she moved off to Seattle to live with her sisters. I had a crappy Ford 150, with a bit of a rusted cargo box. Going up a steep hill, the tail gate popped open from the splayed box, and an antique walnut dresser dropped out the rear and landed on its top. Looking back in the rear view mirror, I spied woman's undergarments spewing out of the now opened drawers and a spinning dresser careening down the highway.
The dresser mostly survived, but the top looked like it was sanded with 4 Grit sandpaper. We didn't bother with the undergarments, and retrieved the dresser and got out of there.
On second recollection, there was also the time the full and complete exhaust system dropped off a 1972 Volvo 145 wagon I had, from the engine exhaust manifold to the tailpipe. I still recall a yellow Chevy Camaro, following behind me, doing some impressive evasive driving along the highway shoulder to avoid collision with that spinning mass of metal.
Like the undergarments, I never stopped to pick things up.
I hope I've matured some, since those days, and would now clean up my mess.
I helped a buddy move some items his girlfriend left behind when she moved off to Seattle to live with her sisters. I had a crappy Ford 150, with a bit of a rusted cargo box. Going up a steep hill, the tail gate popped open from the splayed box, and an antique walnut dresser dropped out the rear and landed on its top. Looking back in the rear view mirror, I spied woman's undergarments spewing out of the now opened drawers and a spinning dresser careening down the highway.
The dresser mostly survived, but the top looked like it was sanded with 4 Grit sandpaper. We didn't bother with the undergarments, and retrieved the dresser and got out of there.
On second recollection, there was also the time the full and complete exhaust system dropped off a 1972 Volvo 145 wagon I had, from the engine exhaust manifold to the tailpipe. I still recall a yellow Chevy Camaro, following behind me, doing some impressive evasive driving along the highway shoulder to avoid collision with that spinning mass of metal.
Like the undergarments, I never stopped to pick things up.
I hope I've matured some, since those days, and would now clean up my mess.
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