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What’s that about?Submitted 01/07/01
The second the front wheels came off the driveway and touched pavement, the car stalled. Not daunted in the least I revved the engine and took off. Some miles later, as I swung the prow of the car between three small children waiting for the school bus, the car sputtered and control was nearly lost. But luck (fate?) was with them and they didn’t die, or even bounce off the car’s hood. I picked up my friend, being sure not to mention the death trap nature of the car. Covering my terror with a false smile, I opened the door for him and he got in. I plowed up the hill toward my second friend’s house, pulled into his driveway, and the car stalled. I restarted it, revved the engine, and the car stalled. I cursed, hit the steering wheel, and the car stalled. I took a deep breath, and the car stalled. You’re getting pissed. My friend observed. The car stalled. By carefully slamming on the gas while constantly turning the key, I worked the car out of his driveway and onto the street. We careened down the hill in neutral and I heard a small cry from the back seat. You know guys, The car stalls. I really don’t think we’re going to make it this time. Ah, It didn’t feel like school today anyway. The car stalls. By some miracle, the engine stays engaged and the car doesn’t stall. This small victory is counteracted quickly by the windows fogging and freezing, thus becoming opaque. I drive the route often, so I could drive without seeing the actual road. Nearly to school, my friend tried to roll down the window to spit. It was frozen shut. He opened the door and spit, but the door would not close again. Umm... Just hang on to it.
Sure. This trip repeats itself five times a week, four weeks a month. And yet I survive. Why? It must be fate. - SquidoQ Interesting; Well, what does Shaggy have to say about this article?
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