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From: John Entered on: June 2, 2003 3:28 PM
I love this one and I can't believe no one has commented on it. For Zilla it has the comic book reference, heck that can apply to any one of us.     What reminded me of this is just the other day I was telling Melissa how in a high stress situation people can say strange things. This one of course came to mind and I told Melissa to her amusement.
From: Ross Entered on: June 2, 2003 3:39 PM
For some reason, this reminds me of a situation in college when I was with some friends and something death-defying occurred and someone said I almost died. I said I knew I wouldn't die and they asked me how, and I told them because for some reason I've always had the feeling that I would die screaming "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"
From: John Entered on: June 2, 2003 3:45 PM
HAHAHAHA, that is funny. Did you have any time to say anything during your bike accident?
From: Ross Entered on: June 2, 2003 5:21 PM
Actually, Fregly claims I made some kind of yelp but I was pretty drunk so I don't remember.
From: BigFatty Entered on: June 3, 2003 6:31 PM
I remember letting out a kermit-the-frog kind of scream while riding with Johnny in the Thundertank. That car made some memories.... While Johnny was still breaking in his license, he was driving me from Kelly O'Donnell's house. While I thought he knew the way home, it became apparent he was missing our turn. I pointed it out, expected us to turn around and come back for it. Johnny had other plans. He decided that missing the turn was not an option. He was going way too fast to make the corner, but somehow Johnny bend the natural laws of physics and did things to that light blue Duster that would make a Duke boy proud! The Thundertank went around the corner, ass-end first and sideways! All the while, I was screaming like a little, green frog. I tend to relate this moment with the scene from Planes Trains and Automobiles when Steve Martin looks over at John Candy and sees the Devil laughiing. We ended up sideways, blocking the lane. Both of us completely without style. I yelled at Johnny to back his car up. In his flustration, he forgot put his car in reverse and ran into a fire pull. I then started yelling 'Reverse! Reverse!' Johnny backed up the Thundertank and peeled out of there, leaving a mass of stunned spectators with their mouths hanging open.
From: Ross Entered on: June 3, 2003 6:52 PM
Hahahaha!!! I never heard that one, I think for obvious reasons. That almost makes me feel sweet about my gas station incident!
From: The Bone Entered on: June 4, 2003 2:12 AM
I wish I could have been there. John was there to witness my stank episode of crashing into my own house and in consolation he never mentioned this episode of his own. Anyway, just hearing about it now brings a big smile to my face.
From: John Entered on: June 5, 2003 9:59 AM
I really thought everyone was familiar with this story. I think you guys may have forgotten it. At the time I believe I told everyone in our group about it. It seems we have all had our follies behind the wheel.
From: Ross Entered on: June 5, 2003 11:18 AM
I never heard it, swear to god. I always felt that there was a certain necessity to maintain superiority when it came to driving back in those days. Obviously those days have passed, but back in the day it was important to be sweet. There are many good Thundertank stories, not least of which was the Case of the Bloody Doughnut, as well as Shemp and Ross Ride in the Trunk.
From: John Entered on: June 5, 2003 11:24 AM
Ah, the bloody doughnut, now that's a classic. Let us not forget Shemp getting the Thundertank stuck on a tree in the woods. I believe you were there for that Bert.
From: John Entered on: June 5, 2003 11:31 AM
I must also mention that I love the fact that Bone was scandalized when I stepped out on my porch in plain view in the aftermath of his crash. The look on his face was priceless.
From: Ross Entered on: June 5, 2003 1:31 PM
At the prompting of Roche I will share my most famous driving foible:     I was sixteen and the car that my parents allowed me to drive was a piece of crap Plymouth Volare from the 70's. It was huge, heavy, green, and nearly impossible to drive due to poor brakes, bad shocks, and bald tires, to name just a few. So not ALL the blame here is my own.     Roche and I were out gallavanting in said vehicle, doing god-knows-what, when I stopped at the Meijer gas station on Plainfield. I had trouble manuevering the beast to a location close enough to use the gas pump, as I recall it being somewhat crowded around the pumps at that time (gas was about 92 cents per gallon back then). After repeated jumps in forward and reverse, I somehow got no closer to the pump, but I did manage to get the car mere inches from one of those concrete covered yellow poles that serve as barricades to keep you from knocking over a pump. With each attempt to get off the pole, I seemingly only served to get closer. Roche was quickly finding the situation funnier and funnier, as I grew more and more exasperated. Then, a concerned lady in a van on the other side of the pump walked around to the front of my car and started directing me to turn the wheel this way or that, and go forward or back. It was all I could do to keep from stepping on the gas and flattening her, I was so embarassed. But I had no escape route, as my car was glued to that fucking pole! Roche was in hysterics, laughing as hard as I'd ever seen, and of course when appealed to him for help, he only laughed harder. Anyway, I waved the woman away and refused to move the car until she left me alone. Then finally and carefully - through no help of Roche's, I might add - I made it off the pole.     We then drove to an empty spot in the Meijer parking lot and stopped to assess the damage. The rear passenger quarter panel near the gas cap had a few very small dents and was marked up with yellow paint as if a two year old used it as their chalk board.     Well, Roche and I were experienced at covering up damage we inflicted to various objects, so I dug out an empty Slurpee cup from the back seat and went inside Meijer to fill it up at the drinking fountain. Then I got ahold of a rag or napkin and we went to work scrubbing the paint off the car. It worked. The dents remained but the paint was completely eliminated after copious amounts of rubbing on both our parts. As for the dents, they were either never noticed or never mentioned.
From: John Entered on: June 5, 2003 3:49 PM
I just have to say , well told Bert. This brings to mind another story of my own that I will tell when I have more time.     You brought me right back to that day with the vivid telling of that hilarious story. It's quite true I was of no help due to immobilizing laughter. What help could anyone be in a situation as hilarious as this one.