Picture this...a high school tennis team. Sophomore year.
A renegade junior varsity team breaks from the group.
Out in the jungle by their lone some...
they pass the time by making nicknames for each other...
and what did this brilliant group of 15 year olds
come up with instead of Heather...Heater...
Yes you have witnessed the California education sysetem at work.
But what added fuel to the fire...
Pardon the pun.
Picture it...again...First day of college....
Driving in my baby blue '79 Mustang, it begins to smoke.
Making a really long story really really short...
Instead of towing it back home the 30 miles my dad comes
and decides it's "fixed" and tries to drive it home.
I follow in a working car. After about 5 miles
and only a slight incline it begins to smoke again.
Pulling off the highway to an intersection he pulls
into the left hand turn lane. Why the left lane you ask...
To this day we still don't know why.
Pulling up behind him I notice a flicker under the car.
Quickly comming to the realization that it is not
the emergency light blinking...
That's right you guessed it...My car is on fire.
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