IluvABbeef
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Dad was coming home after finishing raking hay and a kid (just graduated Friday) came roaring up behind him, wanting to pass. THere were about a half a dozen other vehicles behind this kid, all probably going to some family graduation party, and there was oncoming traffic ahead of Dad. The kid started revving his engine and spurting gravel in doing so in his impatience to tell Dad to get over and let him pass.
Knowing Dad, he wouldn't let no "pup" tell him what to do!!
So Dad just stayed in the middle of the road (he only had an eighth of a mile left to turn into the drive). And when that kid started revving his engine and spurting gravel underneath, Dad stopped, got off the tractor, went over to the impatient driver, and asked for his name. No friendly hellos, just that.
"I don;t have a name" the blonde, curly-haired young "man" said.
So dad walked behind the truck to get the license number and you know what that kid did?? In a spurt of gravel, he went down into the ditch (and the shoulders are pretty steep), around the tractor and up and off. At least Dad got his license!
The other folks that were behind all this curfufel where wondering what was going on. But by the time word went around that everything was okay, they got back in their cars and drove to where ever they were going.
Later, Dad told me that he wasn't too happy about that. "I was this close to grabbing that blonde curly hair of his and smashing his head into the f***in' dashboard." He also threatened that he was that close to ringing the kid's neck. He never did do it fortunately (or is it unfortunately? ;-) )
Knowing Dad, he wouldn't let no "pup" tell him what to do!!
So Dad just stayed in the middle of the road (he only had an eighth of a mile left to turn into the drive). And when that kid started revving his engine and spurting gravel underneath, Dad stopped, got off the tractor, went over to the impatient driver, and asked for his name. No friendly hellos, just that.
"I don;t have a name" the blonde, curly-haired young "man" said.
So dad walked behind the truck to get the license number and you know what that kid did?? In a spurt of gravel, he went down into the ditch (and the shoulders are pretty steep), around the tractor and up and off. At least Dad got his license!
The other folks that were behind all this curfufel where wondering what was going on. But by the time word went around that everything was okay, they got back in their cars and drove to where ever they were going.
Later, Dad told me that he wasn't too happy about that. "I was this close to grabbing that blonde curly hair of his and smashing his head into the f***in' dashboard." He also threatened that he was that close to ringing the kid's neck. He never did do it fortunately (or is it unfortunately? ;-) )