Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Redneck truck surfing
Redneck truck surfing!
The closest I can recall coming to it was ridin' the hood of a same-age nephew's friend's car, with two other guys, down a former U.S. highway turned city street in my home town. This would have been in 1978 or '79.
Everything was fine until the driver turned fast into the parking lot of an Assembly of God Church and sent us flyin' onto the cement. I spoke in tongues, all right.
Landed precisely on the outside of my right thumb joint and my left hip bone, before sprawling and rolling like a bale of hay lost from a flatbed truck at a similar speed.
Oh, wait! That's supposed to be her mouth. Yeah, she can cuss like a sailor, but she's absolutely wonderful.
'Sides, shit comes outta the other end.