So, Joey and
I were watching Silver Bullet when I
brought up the part when Marty was trying to get away from the werewolf by
driving his chair into the rickety wooden tunnel to hide…except there was no
other way out on the other end…and, his chair ran out of gas…not to mention the
tunnel couldn’t fit a car, so he’s lucky his ride didn’t break the wood and
fall into the drink.
This made us
think of the things we pulled as kids that we wouldn’t think of pulling
now. For my part, one time, as I’ve
mentioned, I walked to the tracks to see if
I could cross them. Obviously, I did,
but I wasn’t aware how much space there is between the slats in said tracks. As I went over, I could feel my wheels try to
turn sideways between said slats…not to mention I was surprised how raised each track really
is.
Joey’s is
just as harrowing. We’ve all been on a
sidewalk and needed to get down. We see what
looks like packed sand at a slow, and gently start going down…hoping to God said
sand STAYS packed…otherwise hope to God your front end catches you. In an old school chair, we only had 4 wheels,
not the 6 most chairs have nowadays. If
you guessed wrong, you WERE going off said sidewalk into the street.
Sound of on
stuff you guys did that you did, but wouldn’t do now.
Be good to
each other.
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