From Not Always Right: This Could’ve Gone SO Wrong, But Luckily, Mama Bear Was There!
I was about twelve years old at the time of this story. (I’m nearly forty now.) Instead of riding the school bus home, my mom had to pick me up from school on this particular day due to an appointment in a different town. In rural Ohio, there are about forty different ways to get to where you need to go between county roads, back roads, highways, etc. So, wherever we were headed from the town my school was in took us down a road we didn’t normally drive.
It was winter and snowing a decent amount, so my mom was driving at a reasonable speed for the weather conditions, and we were chatting about my day at school. All of a sudden, the car lurched forward so hard that I hit the dashboard; the seatbelt in that car was apparently not the greatest. My mom slightly lost control of the car but regained it quickly.
We looked at each other like, “What the heck just happened?” I could feel my lip bleeding a little bit from where I’d hit the dashboard, and I mentioned it to her.
Then, it happened again; the car violently lurched forward and skidded a little bit. Mom looked in the rearview mirror, and I turned around in my seat to see behind us. There was something large and metal-looking completely blocking the back window, and at first, we both thought we’d just been hit by a snow plow.
Mom pulled the car off the side of the road and stopped. Whatever was behind us did the same. It turned out it was just another car, but it had hit us so hard that the hood of the other car had flown up (I’m guessing after the first impact), and that’s what was blocking the rear window of my mom’s car.
Yakety Sax 8 months ago
CONTENT WARNING: Murder
From Not Always Right: This Could’ve Gone SO Wrong, But Luckily, Mama Bear Was There!
I was about twelve years old at the time of this story. (I’m nearly forty now.) Instead of riding the school bus home, my mom had to pick me up from school on this particular day due to an appointment in a different town. In rural Ohio, there are about forty different ways to get to where you need to go between county roads, back roads, highways, etc. So, wherever we were headed from the town my school was in took us down a road we didn’t normally drive.
It was winter and snowing a decent amount, so my mom was driving at a reasonable speed for the weather conditions, and we were chatting about my day at school. All of a sudden, the car lurched forward so hard that I hit the dashboard; the seatbelt in that car was apparently not the greatest. My mom slightly lost control of the car but regained it quickly.
We looked at each other like, “What the heck just happened?” I could feel my lip bleeding a little bit from where I’d hit the dashboard, and I mentioned it to her.
Then, it happened again; the car violently lurched forward and skidded a little bit. Mom looked in the rearview mirror, and I turned around in my seat to see behind us. There was something large and metal-looking completely blocking the back window, and at first, we both thought we’d just been hit by a snow plow.
Mom pulled the car off the side of the road and stopped. Whatever was behind us did the same. It turned out it was just another car, but it had hit us so hard that the hood of the other car had flown up (I’m guessing after the first impact), and that’s what was blocking the rear window of my mom’s car.
(contd)
GROG Premium Member 8 months ago
He just doesn’t belong behind the wheel.
Egrayjames 8 months ago
This is the first time I’ve thought of Rory as a Juvenile Delinquent. Up till now I’ve always thought he was just a ditsy little lamb.
Doug Taylor Premium Member 8 months ago
10 and 12 Rory. 10 and 12.
jymy Premium Member 8 months ago
i hope we see a kid car race between rory and mooch in the near future…