Joyride

JOYRIDE About two months before getting my drivers license, I sat in our truck pondering a plan to sneak the old girl out for the night. It had been months since I first thought of the scheme, but tonight it was time to go for it. The plan was to wait until it got dark and with little effort, push the truck down the street. It was an old 1979 Chevy pickup truck with no license …

…later that day, while driving to the store with my dad; he noticed the skid marks and the missing bark on the tree where the real accident took place. He made the comment “look, someone must have had an accident last night.” I kept my mouth shut and agreed. As always, my father had the last laugh though. Two months later, I was given the keys to “the truck,” missing quarter panel, bumper, and all.