ok, first of all im still shaking from this, which happened yesterday, and i am still hurting from the whiplash of the curves. the chevelle is fine, nestled safely in the garage without the keys this time. any way heres the story.
ok my cousin was like 10 minutes late and 15 minutes away from work. he usually uses the gas hog (the chevelle) as his daily driver, but granny went somewhere the night before and blocked in the chevelle. so instead of wasting time moving the grand marquis grandma drives, he just drives it to work in all of its 18 foot, baby-blue glory. [by the way, grandma lives with my aunt and uncle and two cousins, and there are a total of 5 cars in the driveway (i think)]
so grandma wakes up and decides we need some food. so she goes outside with her purse, her old lady jacket into the 90 degree sunlight. im asleep on the couch and i hear "WHERE THE HELL IS MY CAR!?!" so i run out into the garage and grandma is giving me this go to hell look like 'what did you do to it?' i was like grandma i didnt touch it. so she decides someone stole it. i tried to tell her that matt probably drove it to work cuz he was probably running late again. she said no no no he would have told me if he was taking my car. i convince her that matt has the car, and that we should just take his car to him. so we get in the car and its in neutral. granny obviously didnt know how to drive a manual, because she hammered the gas pedal, and the 454 was just roaring (she had the parking brake on). she was like why isnt this piece of **** goin anywhere. i was like grandma, you have to put it in reverse. she was like theres no arm on the steering column, dear. i was like grandma, its on the floor. so she tries to put it in reverse. she was like its not moving. i was like push in the clutch. so she finally figures it out with much backseat driving from me and grinding of the gears in the tranny. we get on the road, and poor granny cant hardly see over the wheel and reach the pedals at the same time. and my god, going around corners was terrifying. the rallys and the bf goodrich's probably laid something else down besides rubber. so anyway, i convince grandma to pull over at a texico and let me drive. so we finally get to the sears, and matt gets chewed by an old lady thats like 4'6", and i almost have a heart attack from grannys driving, but, i got to drive the chevelle
. next on my list is my friends corvette.
anyway i just thought id share that with ya'll. have a good one.
by the way, doesnt this beg the question: why would an old lady be so defensive of her car to steal another persons baby and boost it to save hers?