As my friends know, I love to tell stories, especially on things that have happened to me during my lifetime. I always look at things from a humorous point of view, or try to anyway. So, many of my stories have a less than reverent slant to them, if you know what I mean. When I tell stories about running out of gas, friends will often ask if I am proud of being so stupid. Its not that at all...not proud of being stupid and, in fact, dont think of myself as being stupid. Its just that I prioritize life events in an order that others wouldnt. Almost all of my running out of gas adventures have a story tied to them. Here are but a few: (Condensed version, here) 1. Almost running out while driving pall bearers to a funeral and having the processions cars follow me to a gas station. 2. Running out twice in one day just short of Augie Kerres garage in Edgington and having Marvin Keller push me to the same pump, also twice. 3. Talking to Mike McManus in his home and leaving the car running in his driveway...out of gas. 4. Running out on consecutive mornings above Milan on route 67 and coasting into the same gas station (Hokinsons). Both times light turned green just as I coasted through. 5. Having Orville Rursch and his little boy David (about 4 at the time) pick me up, again above Milan on 67...the comments between Orville and David were priceless. 6. Running out in a pasture near Andover on a Sunday night coming home from an all day fastpitch softball tourney. Why in a pasture you may ask? OK OK I made a wrong turn...anyone can make a mistake. Dale Matlick, Gene Dixon and Lyle Miller were not happy with me that night. 7. Going to a game at Molines Stephens Park back in the day, running out on Blackhawk Road, coasting into a gas station and having my good friend Walter Eugene Dixon push me from pump to pump draining hoses at the closed station. It was Sunday, businesses were actually closed on Sundays. 8. Running out with a client, Hung Mahn Do, while going to his loan app during my real estate days. 9. Running out, at least twice, in my own driveway. 10. Sliding into a ditch on Coal Creek Hill, going home to get my other car and then running out of gas directly across from the car I put in the ditch. The call to Ray Stropes in Andalusia went like this, Bring your wrecker and a gas can. Why?? Cause, I have one car in the ditch and one car out of gas. Those are but 10 that easily came to mind. They are not anything special, just 10 that I first thought of. When you have run out of gas as often as I have its not hard to think of 10 instances. As an aside...dont you think it would be funny to have the hearse taking me to my grave run out of gas? I think this would be funny to anyone who knows me.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 19:21:58 +0000
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