Sister has her license for a week, and we're driving grandma's 73 Ford
Torino. 351 Windsor. Army Green. Tall vinyl seats. On the country road
there's a sign that says "dip in road". Sister floors it. 70 mph. Steep
We go airborne. It is instantly quiet except for the high whine of the
Windsor engine. No seat belts on of course and I find myself, in the
passenger's side, in an experience of zero gravity, floating several
inches above the seat. What a wierd feeling.
Then we descend, the ceiling presses down, hard on the top of my head,
bending my neck. In the next instant my body and hips are slammed hard
down into the seat. I can feel the wraps of paper and old beer bottle caps
underneath the seat forging their shape into my ass and we impact far
below hard into the dip in the road.
All four hub-caps fly off. She stops the car slowly. Wow.
I walk back along the ditches and get the hub caps. Neighbors (Ohio people
from Kentucky no doubt) come out and say, "Tha Baack of youu cahr loooked
like FIIIIRE". "Youu lucky to be a'Live!!".
Bent the idler arm flat and I replaced that. She never handled very good
after that. Figured it was made to be a taxi or army staff car. Wasn't
great to begin with anyhow. The 351 would wind-out at 103 and it took a
LONG time to get that fast. Had a killer air conditioner though. Hard to
see out the back.
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