recently, i told you guys a story about my sister, dr. laura, catapulting a VW rabbit off a small cliff and lodging it mid-air between some oak trees.
after the post my mom sent me an email, in which she gave me the lowdown on the whole incident, including the curious lack of explosive retribution from my dad, and thoughtfully included the details of some of our other vehicular exploits.
i thought you might enjoy reading them, especially if you thought i was exaggerating, because i so was not. my commentary is in blue.
Leigh, you thought nothing happened, but it was behind the scenes.
The VW was a brand new car. Laura had earned her driver’s license exactly ONE WEEK before, and she asked Dad if she could take the car and drive a bunch of her friends out to a friend’s ranch for the afternoon. He said yes. When I found out, I was mad and told him she didn’t have enough experience to be allowed to take a BRAND NEW CAR out with a bunch of friends!
We had a row about it. He huffed and puffed and got mad at ME for disagreeing with him. So when Laura wrecked the car, he couldn’t say anything, because I TOLD HIM NOT TO LET HER TAKE THE CAR. And I was too smart to say I TOLD YOU SO. It wasn’t really necessary, anyway. And I didn’t say anything, because “I told you so” would have just set off another disagreeable row. He knew I was right, anyway.
ahhh! the power of “i told you so.” it all makes perfect sense now.
There are other car adventures. What about the Mav?
the “Mav” was a 1974, solid steel, ford maverick. a virtually indestructible, hand-me-down of an american tank from our dad, tricked out in lovely 1970s champagne gold body paint, a brown vinyl roof, reclining bucket seats (hubba), and a V8 engine that allowed it to haul ass (which we did).
dad loved that car, but at the time i don’t think we truly appreciated it for its muscle car stylings. we thought it was fugly. hey, most of our friends were driving europeon imports. we drove that poor car into the ground, and i think it was finally donated to goodwill for a tax deduction.
in retrospect, i must admit it was a genius move on dad’s part, although i’m not sure it was intentional. i plan to buy my kids a cheap heap and only carry liability. check out the vintage 70s commercial. maverick, maverick, maverick, maverick!!!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2D2F2fjaHE&feature=related (try the link if the video looks weird)
apparently mavericks were HUGE in mexico.
Dad had the fender repaired the first time you dented a fender. By the time the last girl was driving, he’d just take a hammer out to the driveway and pound on the fender until it wasn’t rubbing the tire. Sessie said the Mav was kind of famous at Austin High by the time the third girl drove it.
And the time someone tried to get the car out of the driveway with another car parked behind it. I can’t remember who it was anymore, the incidents just all blend together.
ok, this one goes to sessie. quoth she, “the mav once got into a fight with the front of our house and won.” she said she thought it would be the opposite of trying to parallel park.
The car hit the edge of the house and knocked a chunk of stones out. Much cursing and a wheelbarrow full of cement later, you can still make out the patch after 20 years.
yep. they just don’t make cars like that anymore.
And the time someone backed out and turned too sharply.
oops. guilty as charged. i’m also the only one to take out 2 family cars in one incident.
The left front fender hit the right rear fender of Dad’s car parked in the driveway. Two cars at once. Dad was apoplectic. He pulled his billfold out of his pocket and slammed it down on the driveway. I guess that’s symbolic.
i’m sure this was just the first of many wallet-slamming episodes. we hadn’t even gone to college yet.
mom, thanks so much for sharing. i haven’t laughed this hard in a long time. i wonder if dad will find this quite as amusing.
p.s. mom, if you going to comment my blog, you need to go ahead and sign up for HB so you can vote for me. you too, sessie.