When I was little, and my Dad was stationed in Jacksonville, FL. Aunt Ethel and her husband came to visit us. When they left, their car was so loaded down with cement flamingos, deer, and other wildlife, the back end of their car was literally three inches from the ground.
Uncle Carl was convinced he could drive all the way to MN without hitting any bumps, and scraping the bottom of the car. His optimism was fueled no doubt, by the fact my Dad had convinced him to shed the longjohns, which he had worn his entire life for Boxer Shorts..
As they drove off, giddily waving and smiling, loaded down with their treasured concrete menagerie- they didn't even make it around the corner from our house before we heard scraping sounds, and saw sparks flying out from under the rear bumper. I think they drove fifteen miles an hour all the way to MN to avoid another occurence of scraping, .
She used to bring the menagerie indoors in the cold snowy MN winters, fearing the harsh weather would crack her prized flamingos, and other critters. BTW, since old toilets were easier to come by, she left that out on the lawn all winter.
LOL Great story. And familiar, but my situation was reversed (my Uncle was military & they lived in New Mexico). I would trade now for those times in a New York minute. Such sweet memories.