FW: A Car Story

Okay, so.  I was 16 in 1980 something and had a 1979 Ford Pinto, baby blue with rust spots.  Me and my friend would go out crusing the main street in town, and we got bored easily.  So we found a field with a trail and decided to take the car out there to see what what there.  The trail quickly turned into a tiny trail and then disappeared!  We couldn’t tell which direction we were going anymore, or how to get back out!  We are driving through mud puddles and splashing mud onto the windshield so I turn on the wipers and roll down the window to see.  We are barely missing wild jack rabbits and other things we could not identify in the darkness.  We hit a big dip in the ground and then the car starts making a weird sound that at 16 years old, I had not heard before.  So we finally find out way back out of this endless field!  And we start to drive home to her house, because no one was home there.  We are on the main street again, with a Pinto covered in mud and the car DIES!  Right there in the turn lane!!!!  Luckily our friend Theresa is also crusing with her boyfriend in his truck right behind us.  So he decided to push us.  He told me to be careful because I would not have any power steering, and I said, “what power steering?!  I don’t ever have power steering in this car!  No problem!”  So we make it to my friend’s house and we wash all the mud off the car, even underneath.  And we sit there and try to think up a good lie to tell my parents about the car being broken.  I didn’t think they would fix it if they knew the real story about how I was just being stupid with it.  So it turned out to be a broken radiator.  I told them that I hit a bad bump somewhere else.  I eventually told them the truth when I was in my adult years.