Ah, the memories......
When I was a wee lad, my small town gang got the great idea to 'borrow' two empty garbage cans (back then they were always metal, none of this wimpy plastic stuff) and tie them together with a long wire. That night, we placed each can on opposite sides of our side street and propped up the wire with a stick in the middle of the road about fender. Our naive adolescent minds never even considered motorcycles and fortunately one never came.
We then waited for the first car to come down our street.
Wouldn't you know it, after about 5 minutes, the first car to come down the road was the local police car!!! He hooked the wire beautifully, pulling the two cans along and making the desired horrendous amount of noise.
Needless to say, the cop was furious. We spent the next hour playing a frantic game of hide and seek with the one cop on foot and one using the squad car spotlight. Not sure how we all managed to get away.
No, we never tried that stunt again.
We used to throw milkweeds at cars driving by on a nearby road. Just sit out in the field, standup, throw, duck... Messy stuff, those milkweed things.
One day I had one sail into an open window, hit a county deputy in the face, and apparently knocked his cig out of his mouth... I'm guessing it was a cigarette because he STARTED to chase us (about 8 years old) but he turned around and noticed the front seat smoking... We noticed it, too. And ran as fast as our little feetsies would carry us...
Somehow, the guy knew it was me, and was waiting at my house when I got there. I denied up and down that it was me, but everyone knew it was me... He let my parents handle it.
I never did that again. (and by that I mean, we always made sure it wasn't a cop first)...
posted on 07/19/2004 11:38:06 AM PDT
by Chad Fairbanks
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