The truck's gas gauge didn't work. One Sunday afternoon, returning from the beach, we ran out of gas halfway between the causeway and the draw on the Morehead City/Atlantic Beach 2 lane bridge. While Dad walked to the nearest gas station for gas and Mom directed traffic, my 14 year old sister and her friend hid under a beach blanket, not wanting to be seen by any of their friends.
Funny thing was there wasn't another truck in the county that looked like ours. Anybody who knew us knew that truck.
That’s funny!
When we were kids our grandparents had a camphouse in the East Texas Piney Woods.
A man up there had Brahman cattle and they never stayed on his property.
One day a bunch of us kids - elementary and junior high ages - were riding our bikes and as we passed through a herd of twenty or so which had been grazing on either side of the road, the cattle began to run from us, heading toward our camphouse.
We decided that it would be cool to continue to “herd” what had become a stampede past the camphouse for our parents to see.
We were in the midst of this thing - I had my little cousin on my handlebars! - because some cattle were running on the road in front of us and some were following them, running along side of us on our bikes.
Our plan didn’t work because the stampede veered off the road and onto the owner’s property as we passed his gate.