Blue Truck
This is an abandon pickup in a field, that I pass often, back and forth to the house. Mr. MacDonald had a 50s, two-tone Oldsmobile dragged into the field behind his house. He was always, it seemed, ripping parts off it as he rebuilt cars in his garage. Nights, we'd pile into the front and back seats smoke a few cigarettes, tell crazy stories, dream about girls and pretend we were the 'wild ones' racing away from the cops, while swigging on beers. It was pretty much a ritual on those warm July nights. These evenings ended violently one night, when hornets decided that under the back seat would be a pretty nice place to build a nest. We flew out of that car, stumbling and screaming. Although we later returned to 'ride' in the front seat. The rear cushions never again had occupants.
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my grandpa used to have a few old vehicles parked in his yard and an old boat too. the cars were like those old mafia types with the running board. i used to love to pretend like i was driving when i was a kid. thinking back, i don't know where he got them and what he ended up doing with them, but back then i didn't care!
ReplyDeleteEee-yow! Ouch!
ReplyDeleteDidn't the Wild Bunch ride motorcycles, not two-tone Oldsmobiles?
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing how your memories can spur my memories. I remember hiking with friends through a corn field when I decided to take a look at the one ear of corn still on the stalk all dried out after the fall harvest. I peeled back the husks to find a huge wasps nest and they were not very happy to be disturbed. I'm lucky I only got one sting. I guess I could run pretty fast back then.
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ReplyDeleteDude. Buzzkill...those hornets crashed your bad-boy party man. But awesome story (and pic) about the truck 'n stuff :)
ReplyDeleteLove the story and the pic. ;-)
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What an awesome looking truck.
ReplyDeleteI guess we all indulge in fantasies in our ill-spent youth!
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