.attempt with soft racks.
For the first time ever I had to drive a car with racks to the beach. ICK. Not only is it a pain in the behind but it also makes that irritating misquito buzzing sound when you drive too quickly on the freeway.
The night before, after learning of my intentions, my father sat me down and gave me a stern talking to about safely securing the board to my vehicle. Not [of course] because he was afraid that my board would fall from the car and break into pieces, but because [of course] there was the likelihood [with me] that it would fall off on the highway causing another car to get into an accident and for the driver to die. That last part is almost verbatim. That's my dad.
I convinced my brother to help me put on the racks last night at 11:00 pm when he returned home and we managed to do a decent job in the complete darkness. I even managed to get the board on top and secure it without any problem. HOWEVER, when I tried to start the car, the wheel was locked in place and my key wouldn't turn. I tried and tried and failed. It being 5:30 am I reluctantly woke up my brother and convinced him to help me which he did [not even too grumpily] but we failed. I was then forced to go downstairs to wake up my parents and enlisted my mother's help to come and help me [which she did] and we failed again. Finally my father, [very grumpily] dragged himself from bed and started the car and called me an idiot. It turns out I was trying to use the wrong key.
ANYWAY, I finally made it to the beach where there was surf and lots of people to go with it. I played with Estee & Tricia and we blocked the guys for one another and tried not to die [okay, maybe I was the only one trying not to die].
I also learned some very not fun news to which oddly enough I can only laugh because I am not the kind of girl to cry. [needless to say there will be a great deal of alcohol consumption tonight as a result]
My condolences to Ryan Sugihara and his family who lost their grandfather/father/husband yesterday. :(
Tomorrow will be bigger. Maybe better. Maybe.
The night before, after learning of my intentions, my father sat me down and gave me a stern talking to about safely securing the board to my vehicle. Not [of course] because he was afraid that my board would fall from the car and break into pieces, but because [of course] there was the likelihood [with me] that it would fall off on the highway causing another car to get into an accident and for the driver to die. That last part is almost verbatim. That's my dad.
I convinced my brother to help me put on the racks last night at 11:00 pm when he returned home and we managed to do a decent job in the complete darkness. I even managed to get the board on top and secure it without any problem. HOWEVER, when I tried to start the car, the wheel was locked in place and my key wouldn't turn. I tried and tried and failed. It being 5:30 am I reluctantly woke up my brother and convinced him to help me which he did [not even too grumpily] but we failed. I was then forced to go downstairs to wake up my parents and enlisted my mother's help to come and help me [which she did] and we failed again. Finally my father, [very grumpily] dragged himself from bed and started the car and called me an idiot. It turns out I was trying to use the wrong key.
ANYWAY, I finally made it to the beach where there was surf and lots of people to go with it. I played with Estee & Tricia and we blocked the guys for one another and tried not to die [okay, maybe I was the only one trying not to die].
I also learned some very not fun news to which oddly enough I can only laugh because I am not the kind of girl to cry. [needless to say there will be a great deal of alcohol consumption tonight as a result]
My condolences to Ryan Sugihara and his family who lost their grandfather/father/husband yesterday. :(
Tomorrow will be bigger. Maybe better. Maybe.
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