These memories are not necessarily in proper order as some are more indelibly stuck into my brain cells then others.
#1 – When 16 years old turning into a parking space I creased the fender of a VW bug.
#2 – At 17 I lied to my dad and told him I needed to drive to a school event – it was a rain filled stormy night and a tree had fallen across the country road. No street lights, my inexperience and driving too fast under conditions along with over steering and braking put me in a deep ditch with the car sitting on its side. Gas dripped out of the gas tank. No fire – bonus!
#3) – at 19 creeping down a hill in the snow with bald tires on the front and new tires on the back; I learned that an automatic transmission allows ones front brakes to be locked up while the rear tires are still turning under power driving the car forward. This accident took the longest of all my accidents. It was a helpless feeling as I slid down the hill crashing into the car at bottom. What made this bad was, yeah my car ended up with a dent in the fender, but my wife to be saw my ineptness in snow driving. D’OH!
#4) – At a stop light with the beginnings of a zit on my nose I was checking it out in the rear view mirror. I looked up to check the light and it turned green, the car in front of me started forward. I let my foot off the brake as I took one last look at the blemish. Yip you guessed it the guy in front of me stopped – the impact used my forehead to break off the mirror from the windshield and now I had a pimple on my nose and a nice crease across my forehead. D’OH!
#5 - #17 will have to wait as this is beginning to bore me. And, if it’s boring me you probably have already left the building – sorry.
Lesson? Of course we have a lesson why wouldn’t we? Here it is - some wisdom for the ages. ‘Only have pimples in your teen years.’