Funny Pics thread II

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Been there. Loved doing that ever chance I got. However there was an exception.

Back in the day, my Dad borrowed his brother-in-laws brand new 1969 Chevy pickup truck. It had a 350 V-8 and a 4 bbl card. And this was before the smog stuff was put on and the compression was lowered on the engines. They were a different animal. After everyone went to bed, I took it out for a test drive. Of course, the first thing I did was to turn over he lid. The roar of the 4-bbl filled the cab. And of course, I had the cab full of people I knew.

We headed up Stinking Creek Road and came around a curve. I kicked it and, as they used to say I was "letting the big wheels roll." or "hauling the mail" or "had it in the wind". or had it "running like a scalded dog." Whatever.

About that time we saw an old mule walking up the shoulder of the road. And then he wandered out into the road so I got over. But to no avail. I locked up the brakes, but it was to late. The truck got lower in the front due to the massive application of brakes and we hit the mule right below his rear end. He went flying across the windshield and over the truck. The mule landed below the road, snorted a little and proceeded up the road.

The hood was folded up, the fenders were warped, the fan was grinding on the radiator and the lights were out. And there was mule hairs all over the truck. And the little Chevy bowtie on the hood had a pretty good amount of mule skin stuck to it.

I had to catch a ride back home and get my Dad out of the bed to tell him about my night.

Some days are better than others.
 

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