It's Memoir Monday Time at Travis'. Read mine, then go check out the others.
Travis wrote a Memoir post today about getting smacked in his first car.
After reading it, I quickly realized that he wasn’t talking about getting high on heroin, and it completely changed my idea of where the story was heading.
Turns out, he was slapped by a girlfriend for cursing in front of her.
Evidently, he was dating his mom.
It was the south.
(Kidding Trav. I know your mom’s a saint)
Anyway, this got me thinking about whether or not I had ever been slapped by a girl when I was younger.
I honestly don’t remember a particular instance.
Oh, I am sure I probably deserved it on occasion.
But I was a pretty nice and shy boy when dealing with the opposite sex. I wasn’t prone to pinching butts or making sexual comments to girls’ faces.
I do remember my first real car though.
One that was specifically bought for me.
It was a solid black ’85 Ford EXP.
It had a 4 speed manual transmission.
It also had an engine that the geniuses at Ford created by pairing a cast iron block with an aluminum head.
So, the iron block would heat to a billion degrees, and the aluminum head would instantly warp.
The head gasket was always blown. Maybe that’s why it was called a “head” gasket.
Helpful tip: Motor oil is NOT supposed to look like Miracle Whip.
I spent more time pushing that car than I did driving it.
It spent for time in the repair shop than on the road.
I’m not sure it ever ran right.
I can’t remember if I ever actually had a girl in that car, but if I did, it was probably to hold the steering wheel straight while I pushed.
I remember a couple times when it was running and drivable.
Like the time me and my buddy, J.T. (he had a Mercury Lynx-basically the same car), raced each other around my yard like it was the Daytona 500.
Not sure how I explained all the oval tracks in the yard encircling the house to my parents, but that may explain the blown gasket problem.