Sometimes
just a simple ride can be exciting, when you're young and born in a poor farm
family which owns only one second-hand pickup truck with doors that halfway
fasten. One day Dad and I was headed down an Old curving gravel road with that
truck throttle wide open (40MPH). Dad was driving and just talking to beat the
band, and I just a listening as I sat shot-gunner with one arm hanging on that
old rickety door. About that time Dad flew around one of those 90º curves. As
he did, out swung my door, with me hanging on for dear life! Then the road
straighten out and so did the truck, and the door slam shut with me, placing me
back into my original position. Dad's conversation never missed a beat, except
for a few added words, "Where have you been Boy?".
Ó Glenn E. Newman 2000
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