Sounds like a story Mr. Cash would pen...
Does my heart good to know there are still some little volunteers 'at the ready' to carry on in our place.
My suggestion to them would be; get better at exiting the vehicle before you're seen or apprehended....and ALWAYS have an iron clad alibi that places you across town at the time of the incident...;-)
Their idea of minor injuries is odd. A minor injury should not require a 45 minute journey to find a hospital when there is a perfectly fine 100+-bed hospital only five minutes away from the scene of the accident.
As for the story itself, I love it. Daughter number two and daughter number three were in the pickup waiting for their mother to take them to the baby sitter for the day when five year-old daughter number two pushes the gear shift into DRIVE. The sixty-foot trip wouldn't have been nearly so exciting except for the fact that the immovable object hit, stopping their forward progress, was a 300 gallon propane tank, which did move about two feet. Thankfully, there was just enough give in the connecting copper line so as not to rupture it.
I raise you one...
imaudigger, post: 367221, member: 7286 wrote: I raise you one...
True Cash boys incident:
There was a sand pit close to our house where I grew up and we frequented the spot, usually on the weekends when nobody was around. ANd it wasn't uncommon for us to play on the heavy equipment. There was an old open cab dozer that sat around there and we use to sit in seat and jockey with the sticks and make motor noises.
There was also a key in a switch on the instrument panel. We all knew that nothing would happen if you turned the key. There was about three of us up on that dozer and the key must have been turned to the on position. One of us accidently stepped on a button that looked like a dimmer switch mounted in the floor...guess what? That old diesel fire and puked smoke. It scared us all so bad we jumped off. Once again someone pushed forward one of the sticks as they bailed...and one side of the dozer tracks started chugging and pulling the dozer in a circle. It had been parked right at the top of a bank with the water a scant 20' away..at the bottom of a probably 1:1 slope. We were already to the fence when the dozer finally slid down the slope and nosed into the water...still chugging with one side of the tracks digging away.
A quick inventory of pocket change and we decided we had enough for the Saturday matinee at the Coronado Theater...a mile away. Yep...that's where we were ALL afternoon...At least that's what we told Pops when we got home. One of the sand company employees and a county deputy had apparently knocked on the door and asked Pops if he had seen anything. And we were nowhere to be seen....
That was our story and we were stickin' to it.....
I'm not as old as you are - so I still cannot tell my "heavy equipment stories".
Lets just say I was good at staying out of trouble.
Got a big laugh out of the following part of the news story:
"Dodge City residents watched and recorded the action in the small city about 75 miles southeast of Minneapolis"
The first part tells us that it took place in Dodge Center, not Dodge City. I'm not sure how many they loaded up in Kansas or when they did it so they could be there in time to watch the show. Maybe a few wandered in from Fort Dodge, Iowa.
paden cash, post: 367227, member: 20 wrote: True Cash boys incident:
There was a sand pit close to our house where I grew up and we frequented the spot, usually on the weekends when nobody was around. ANd it wasn't uncommon for us to play on the heavy equipment. There was an old open cab dozer that sat around there and we use to sit in seat and jockey with the sticks and make motor noises.
There was also a key in a switch on the instrument panel. We all knew that nothing would happen if you turned the key. There was about three of us up on that dozer and the key must have been turned to the on position. One of us accidently stepped on a button that looked like a dimmer switch mounted in the floor...guess what? That old diesel fire and puked smoke. It scared us all so bad we jumped off. Once again someone pushed forward one of the sticks as they bailed...and one side of the dozer tracks started chugging and pulling the dozer in a circle. It had been parked right at the top of a bank with the water a scant 20' away..at the bottom of a probably 1:1 slope. We were already to the fence when the dozer finally slid down the slope and nosed into the water...still chugging with one side of the tracks digging away.
A quick inventory of pocket change and we decided we had enough for the Saturday matinee at the Coronado Theater...a mile away. Yep...that's where we were ALL afternoon...At least that's what we told Pops when we got home. One of the sand company employees and a county deputy had apparently knocked on the door and asked Pops if he had seen anything. And we were nowhere to be seen....
That was our story and we were stickin' to it.....
You would never get away with that today. They would have security camera footage of the entire incident.
Dave Karoly, post: 367251, member: 94 wrote: You would never get away with that today. They would have security camera footage of the entire incident.
And there in lies the death of American youth adventure; fear of prosecution. But somewhere there are young folks that will say "damn the video cams" and proceed with their tribal initiations into society.
As a young Cash boy, our finest coup was driving a brand new 1971 Suzuki TM400 (a "borrowed" TM400) through the newly constructed local indoor shopping mall, at top speed. Although "big brother" video cams were at the time a fantasy of George Orwell's, we were fully aware of people's (wearing Pinkerton uniforms) ability to discern detail.
An acquaintance had left this beautiful (and powerful) motorcycle in brother Holden's care, to be locked up in Bill's filling station garage bay, while he was on vacation with his folks. Knowing the Cash boys, he took the key with him. It was advertised as the "fastest street legal endure available" and something as simple as 'not having the keys' was child's play to the Cash boys....
Some how our plan was hatched to station key personnel at the doors of the mall, right after 12 noon on a Sunday. There was precious few people there at that time to eliminate any collateral human damage. As to not be named as an accomplice, each door opener would immediately "split" to a waiting getaway car after door duty. Our finest rider, a kid named Rick, was named as the pilot.
Holden was actually working at the gas station at the time, Bill would take Sundays off, so we were in the clear with that. And every Sunday around 12:45 our oldest brother Cole would show up at the station, after his duties as assistant minister at our local church. Our plan required us to be back to the gas station before then...and utilize Cole's "divine" testimony ( he knew nothing about it) that it wasn't any of us.
We pulled it off with about six kids, three cars, a borrowed motorcycle (with an expansion chamber exhaust that could cause deafness) and a "throw away" helmet and t-shirt that Rick, the driver was wearing as a disguise. It worked so well, it was almost a letdown. I was manning an exit door and heard the 'Zooky' coming my way...a buddy and I opened the exit doors and the motorcycle roared out into the parking lot and left on a wheelie...with two fat, red faced mall security dudes trying their best to run, not far behind.
Into our getaway car and away we went.
About half us met back up at the gas station at about 12:30 PM. The church crowd was starting to flow in to get their cars gassed. Lots of giggling and back slapping. We pulled it off. The bike was back in its resting spot, perfectly placed. Except for an engine and pipe that took a while to cool, we were all good. Although we expected the local law to investigate that day, they never did. There was a short diddy on the local Monday night evening news about a motorcycle driven through the mall, but no details. We were all a little discouraged that such perfect "commando" style hooliganism went fairly unnoticed.
A little over a week later we found out someone had written the tag number down of the bike. The police got a hold of the kid (and his father) that owned the bike after they came home from vacation. Apparently his dad convinced the police someone had a bad tag number, because he had "seen the bike for himself" at exactly the same place in the garage as it had been when they left...and the keys were two states away at the time. The police came and questioned Holden (who was working the station at the time) and he 'corroborated' that nobody else had a key.
One of the finest "Unsolved Mysteries" of our time...
And you're right. If there had been video cams, we would all be bustin' rocks at Canon City....but we still would've done it...B-)
How about innocent misadventures? We were walking home from school one day when we saw where someone had drooped an eggplant on the covered walk. Phil decided to try his field goal kicking skills. His kick was powerful and had surprising altitude but a bad hook to the left. When the eggplant went through the Economy Auto's plate glass window, the four of us split in separate directions. I went to the bowling alley and hung out for a while. Heading for home, I was stopped by a security guard who asked if I knew who the hooligans might be? I told him that I did not see who did the deed. It was true I was not looking when Phil kicked the eggplant. I did see the impact on the window, but that was not the question he asked. I few blocks latter I meet up with Phil coming from a different direction. We could not believe that we got away with it. When he got home Phil's Mother was on the phone with the police. Someone who knew Phil had seen the incident. Unlike today, people realizes that boys were prone to do stupid things without meaning any real harm. Phil was required to pay for the window and no criminal charges were filed. In today's world, he probably would have done time for an errant kick.
I am assuming all of the above adventures are well beyond the "Statute of Limitations". After giving more thought to that statment it has to be true or Unc would be corresponding from wherever he is currently incarcerated. (probably the Cleveland County Jail). 😉
I can honestly say that in all my years I have never seen an eggplant lounging about on a sidewalk. I would fear kicking it might result in something like the silly commercial on TV these days showing a man and his family on vacation. He sees a side of beef hanging alongside the sidewalk and suddenly thinks he is Rocky. Time for a hospital visit.
Holy Cow, post: 367371, member: 50 wrote: I can honestly say that in all my years I have never seen an eggplant lounging about on a sidewalk....
Ne neither. But apparently it does happen.
When I worked at the highway department I got to work one morning at about 6:30 AM...hardly anybody in the building. I pushed the up button on the elevator, the doors opened and there stood a leghorn (pronounced correctly) chicken...just looking at me. I got on, said "two please"...but the chicken was too enamored with its reflection in the shiny metal door. When I got to my floor, there was a young boy in a Cub Scout uniform frantically looking for his chicken. He found him.
Seems as though one of my co-workers was taking his son to school that morning for a "pet show" with their pet chicken as the star. He had stopped by the office to get a laugh out of everybody.
So weird things do wind up in all sorts of places. There's usually a logical explanation.
Except for a friend of mine who was working on the road and living in motels during the week. When he came home on the weekend with all his dirty laundry, his wife found a large women's bra thrown in the mix. Nobody could EVER explain how that wound up there...
Holy Cow, post: 367371, member: 50 wrote: I can honestly say that in all my years I have never seen an eggplant lounging about on a sidewalk. I would fear kicking it might result in something like the silly commercial on TV these days showing a man and his family on vacation. He sees a side of beef hanging alongside the sidewalk and suddenly thinks he is Rocky. Time for a hospital visit.
I can honestly say that that is the only time that I have seen it as well. This was a rather large strip center with a grocery store on each end. The eggplant was a good distance from either store. It would definitely be circled in the which items do not belong picture. One morning my Mother found a monkey in our basement. So stranger things have happened.
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You must give us some details on the monkey story. Did you put it there?
Holy Cow, post: 367523, member: 50 wrote: [USER=6823]@lmbrls[/USER]
You must give us some details on the monkey story. Did you put it there?
After she saw the monkey, she went up stairs and called the principal of the elementary school across the street who was a family friend. He indicated that it was a little early in the day for excessive drinking or practical jokes. He did agreed to make an announcement if she was really serious. She then called a friend who said she would be right down. At that point, she quickly went back to the basement to make sure she could produce the monkey and save her reputation. It took her and her friend about 30 minutes to find where the monkey was hiding. They took turns keeping an eye on him until he was claimed by a neighbor a few blocks away. He was glad to find their pet who had made an escape.
No I was completely innocent in this instant. Unlike the time she found the snake in the house that I had brought and placed in a drawer in my room. I realized much too late that a drawer is not an adequate enclosure for a snake. I denied have any knowledge of this until a few years before she passed. I made sure that she was not going for the fly swatter in my presences until her passing.
Ah, yes. The feared fly swatter. The wire ones would last longer than the plastic ones or the ones made of a bit of plastic/rubber on a thin stick.
