It always makes for an interesting beginning of a journey when the driver of the car (for the first time) mistakes the tachometer for the speedometer. On Main Street. Right as a parade is starting. Right past a cop. Zoom, zoom, zoom. Memories of Shattuck, Oklahoma and A Quick Bu-ick. I giggle. Now. And Then.
The ironically funnier part of the story is that the 'tachy'-see driver was asked by his father to drive in his place for safety reasons for the return trip home from Shattuck. The evening was beginning and there wasn't enough light for the vision impaired father to see adequately (and who shouldn't even be driving, period). The son likes to place secondary blame on the odoriferous contents emanating from the nearby tobacco spittoon of the parental unit, clouding his thought processes and sensory perceptions.
The ironically funnier part of the story is that the 'tachy'-see driver was asked by his father to drive in his place for safety reasons for the return trip home from Shattuck. The evening was beginning and there wasn't enough light for the vision impaired father to see adequately (and who shouldn't even be driving, period). The son likes to place secondary blame on the odoriferous contents emanating from the nearby tobacco spittoon of the parental unit, clouding his thought processes and sensory perceptions.
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