After reading this story, I'm sure that most parents' thoughts on a 16-year-old, to have a car. I'm not proud of some of the things I've done, or close calls I had, but I have a lot to learn from these experiences. I just had a real car for less than a year before I left home at the same car. I do not count, the first car that I bought at the junk units in the theater and ran only twice when I was 15.
Shortly after my 16 Birthday DadI took the dealer and has helped me to buy a used 1950 Plymouth 4 functioning doors. He also let me load the gas, I came across the bill is too high. I remember that I also have to lead the county seat to obtain a license, and I was nervous that I might ask how I got there. A car meant I was now more of a follower of a leader in the car had very few students school. You can use a lot of things to do with a car and also a lot of trouble. I would stay out lateCity driving at night and find everyone wanted to play poker to distribute to some lonely road back and play on the back of the seats under the dome of light for hours at a time.
Some of my friends came to me a trick they like to play some of the older students would be and because I had a gun and a car, I was one of the main actors on the property. We started to spread the voice of a woman whose husband was the late shift and drag the young, while hewas at work. At the end of the alley Leaper in Providence, Kentucky, where we lived, there was an old abandoned house. I just want to drive after dark and the park around the back, load the shotgun and wait behind a tree. The others who were on strike together some of the eager students in his car and take them out. They would give us an excuse for parking in the street in front of the house and have to walk the rest of the road. I almost let it get to the frontPorch and then I would go out and put a couple of shotgun rounds into the trees.
We have just one car and never allow the sacrifice to drive their cars. We would normally take several hours to find all the victims and reassure them. Of course, they were ready to pull the string on the next group. After a couple of weeks ago we had more new blood and called it quits. Fortunately no one was injured, but his pride.
One Saturday, I ran the gas for about 5 U.S. 41Kilometers outside the city. I went home and borrowed the Hudson family and took some gas. Now I had a problem, I need someone to drive my car at home so I can return the family car. I drove up to half of the city, this consisted of a traffic light at the top of the hill in downtown Providence. There were a couple of pool halls and cinemas along the street a half block down the road, just a few shops. You can always find someone to stay aroundCenter of the city in search of something to do or someone to talk to. I was a student, plus a friend of my cousin, as I was, and he was older, so I knew that they have a license. For some reason seemed reluctant to help me, but I insisted, so he jumped in. We headed to the car and I have gas in the tank, he started and told him to follow me back home. Everything went well until we turned on this side street which was about three meters ditchon one side, sloping down towards the water at about 30 degrees. I looked in the rearview mirror and I could not believe my eyes. It was closer to the ditch and then pushed a little more on the bench and slid down the possibilities. He started at the bottom, if I could see the car screamed.
I learned then that is not a license, and not only that I later discovered that he had a mental problem that causedhim to the car in the opposite direction, that he wanted to go, if you so excited. He also had a pickup truck rolled on a curve, once his problem. I'm sure there is a name, but I do not know what it is. I have never forgotten and are very attentive to the side of the road. I think for the reason that so many workers and the police she met while working on the side of the road.
The police went to investigate what was happening, and I did not want to getmy friend into trouble. I know I talked my way out, but I do not remember how I explained that I drove two cars at the same time. One thing that helps me, and that the father was known throughout the city and almost everyone sooner or later he had worked for him in the well or played football with him at school was the school's football star and hero. I think it's good to grow up in a small town. Everyone knows who you are and a lot oflooked.
Late one night, someone suggested to reduce the Fort Campbell, Kentucky and see what we found. We drove to a side door, which was closed. We parked on the side of the road and put the jack under the car so that we would like an apartment. Then we started across a field towards the military post. There was a big warning sign for fines and jail for trespassing, but that does not even slow for us. We found a parking lot full of tanks andincreased in one and played with the controls for a while '. My friend had a knife blade in his pocket, because I'll never know. As he was rising from the tank, put his hand in his pocket and cut badly. We had blood all over, stopped the bleeding was fine and we left the tank to check out the barracks. We tried different ports, and they were all locked. Suddenly we heard the sirens of the whole base and MP by Boliden, as we hid. We decided it was time to quitthere, so we returned to the car. The next day we hear that a plane crashed at Fort Campbell. Somebody must have watched over us that night or we could be in a lot of trouble.
A mile out of town just before the intersection of U.S. 41 was another friend lived, how many problems as I did. We had built a fortress on the field behind his house. It 'was a dirt road that leads to the field, and as he left the main road was a dirt bank on both sides near theLane. I had been running in the mud and everyone was jumping and sliding. Now, open the rear doors of Plymouth to the front of the car and one of the boys left the door open while she pushed. I have some pull and opened the door to get the bank and tearing. Now I walk around with a back door missing. And two rangefinder odd colors that I used to be replaced from the junk yard. My car was starting to look pretty sad.
The track was built onon the second floor of a building near the center of the city and also doubles as a meeting place for the VFW. They had few guns used for parades and for some reason, she kept the gun in a hole in the wall of the room, the rest men. I was told about the weapons, and wasted no time, I drove my car around in a hurry to leave and we moved to the new weapons for the machine and our fortress. The weapons were wrapped in wax paper and grease, and there were about five or six of them. Ihas a house and clean and my friend was working on the rest of the fortress.
A few days later, when I pulled up in his court, the sheriff of the county was parked in the yard. He opened the trunk of his car and asked me if I do something for the weapons they had there, he knew. I explained that I was doing and if they would follow me home I would have given the last. Dad was at home when we arrived, and began to speak, after a while ', when everything was fine again when I asked first in the city, and they said OK.Things were quite for a while ', and I was relieved, I later found out that my friend had ordered ammunition for the rifles. I have avoided, and after that year, he put the dynamite in a sewer manhole and blew on it. It was in the theater, boasts a lot and got into trouble. Then the police would have stopped me after school and ask me to drugs and other things that I think I thought I knew what was happening in the city. I had never heard of drugsand not know there were so many problems in our small town. Dad warned me that I had better save my money for cigarettes when I go to jail. So I cut back my activities in the wild later.
Winter came, and always more fun to drive, we would drive on the icy road and cut the wheel to see how many we shot. I'm amazed that I survived this winter.
