stangmata
02-16-2004, 01:11 PM
Friday night my bud Jesse was over and we were throwing a new distributor in his Mazda. We're half way done when I get a phone call. I scramble to the phone to hear the shaken up voice of Cory, my best friend.
I frantically try and make sense of what he is saying. "Ian, Ian, I flipped my truck over, oh man, you need to come down".
Now Cory drives two trucks. One is his Mom's '96 Bronco EB, the other, his Jeep Camanche that he paid $300 for and which we beat the piss out of.
My first question, as it may have been the wrong one was, "tell me it's not the Bronco". He assured me that it was the Jeep (wow it was road worthy?) and I proceeded to get the info on where he was.
In a panic I grab my keys, Jesse, and my coat and rush out the door. Driving down the rural streets (he was only 4 miles away from my house) I come to his truck.........and then I slid right by.
Here is the image, if you can picture it. A jeep comanche, flipped on it's side, with Cory sitting on the driver's door. I, at this point, am in histerics.
I make sure that Cory is okay, shaken up....but he's good. I back my Bronco up, hook up the snap strap, when it hits me. "WHERE'S MY CAMERA?" I exclaim! I left it at home.
I get out and start to undo the strap. I wanted pics. Cory was not so willing to allow a delay. So instead, without further ado, I flip his truck back onto it's wheels. Cory pics up his sandbags and his garbage that were flung into the field and starts his Jeep RIGHT UP!! No problems at all, then drives home.
You can barely tell anything happened. The passenger door has a bigger dent then before and the tailgate flops around a little....no big deal.
In conclusion, I have learned that few really good picture oppurtunities arise. When they come I should be ready.
Maybe next week Cory and I will do a little reinactment....hell, didn't seam to hurt him the first time :toothless
I frantically try and make sense of what he is saying. "Ian, Ian, I flipped my truck over, oh man, you need to come down".
Now Cory drives two trucks. One is his Mom's '96 Bronco EB, the other, his Jeep Camanche that he paid $300 for and which we beat the piss out of.
My first question, as it may have been the wrong one was, "tell me it's not the Bronco". He assured me that it was the Jeep (wow it was road worthy?) and I proceeded to get the info on where he was.
In a panic I grab my keys, Jesse, and my coat and rush out the door. Driving down the rural streets (he was only 4 miles away from my house) I come to his truck.........and then I slid right by.
Here is the image, if you can picture it. A jeep comanche, flipped on it's side, with Cory sitting on the driver's door. I, at this point, am in histerics.
I make sure that Cory is okay, shaken up....but he's good. I back my Bronco up, hook up the snap strap, when it hits me. "WHERE'S MY CAMERA?" I exclaim! I left it at home.
I get out and start to undo the strap. I wanted pics. Cory was not so willing to allow a delay. So instead, without further ado, I flip his truck back onto it's wheels. Cory pics up his sandbags and his garbage that were flung into the field and starts his Jeep RIGHT UP!! No problems at all, then drives home.
You can barely tell anything happened. The passenger door has a bigger dent then before and the tailgate flops around a little....no big deal.
In conclusion, I have learned that few really good picture oppurtunities arise. When they come I should be ready.
Maybe next week Cory and I will do a little reinactment....hell, didn't seam to hurt him the first time :toothless