re #3: I just didn’t know any better than to buy what everyone else was drinking. But on that day I learned my lesson and never bought another one until I met you. re #4: hmmmmm, are you being obtuse again?
Lordy, I loved this one, Ted — for your ever-enjoyable writing and also how Lucky prompted me to recall bombing up and down the hills of San Francisco in a 1966 VW bug that started and ran just fine (for awhile) but didn’t stop so well. The only functioning brake was the handbrake and that got tricky when I had to operate the gearshift at the same time, while going down hills, approaching stoplights, et cetera. It required some really fast maneuvering, which I somehow managed but can no longer fathom. Oh to be so young that it never occurred to me to be nervous about driving that crazy little car. Thank you once again!
Aw Kathleen, we were adventurers in those days! Or some might call it stupid. I always appreciate your comments and I feel rather accomplished when you say you liked a piece, so thanks for that.
My first car, Kudu, also donned an "Ignore Alien Orders" sticker. My friend Kathy's brother Michael made the stickers so we had a small stack of them. You never know where they'll turn up as we applied them hither and yon on cross-country trips.
Thanks for your comment, Neural. It occurs to me today just how blithely I stepped out into that dangerous maelstrom of traffic and carried on like it was a normal thing to do. Today I’d be terrified (and probably smarter than to even try). The way people love their cars and other things says a lot about attachment and just how truly weird (mysterious?) we humans are.
Classic Ted Bucklin story
1. Sounds like a screen play ready to be produced into a film.
2. Where can I get an “Ignore Alien Orders” bumper sticker?
3. Budweiser! I knew it.
4. https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=rYOvuCUVC08&si=ghRIOlcf0MIgRAqn
re #3: I just didn’t know any better than to buy what everyone else was drinking. But on that day I learned my lesson and never bought another one until I met you. re #4: hmmmmm, are you being obtuse again?
Lordy, I loved this one, Ted — for your ever-enjoyable writing and also how Lucky prompted me to recall bombing up and down the hills of San Francisco in a 1966 VW bug that started and ran just fine (for awhile) but didn’t stop so well. The only functioning brake was the handbrake and that got tricky when I had to operate the gearshift at the same time, while going down hills, approaching stoplights, et cetera. It required some really fast maneuvering, which I somehow managed but can no longer fathom. Oh to be so young that it never occurred to me to be nervous about driving that crazy little car. Thank you once again!
Aw Kathleen, we were adventurers in those days! Or some might call it stupid. I always appreciate your comments and I feel rather accomplished when you say you liked a piece, so thanks for that.
My first car, Kudu, also donned an "Ignore Alien Orders" sticker. My friend Kathy's brother Michael made the stickers so we had a small stack of them. You never know where they'll turn up as we applied them hither and yon on cross-country trips.
Candi, I love that!
It is a classic, it could be another short TTBE film (-:
Thanks for your comment, Neural. It occurs to me today just how blithely I stepped out into that dangerous maelstrom of traffic and carried on like it was a normal thing to do. Today I’d be terrified (and probably smarter than to even try). The way people love their cars and other things says a lot about attachment and just how truly weird (mysterious?) we humans are.