Ok, ok, Loretta Noe never dated me again, but later that school year she started going with Bucky Goss, the hot jock on the Pleasant Hope High basketball team and baseball team. They were going around, slobbering all over each other (Bucky probably never put onions on his hot dogs, stopping the gas attacks, a lesson I learned later in life) and it
was pretty sickening to have to
watch it. However, we all did run around together and one night, Bucky
borrowed his folks 1949 Chevy Sedan and loaded it up with his
friends....I still had the sorry old 1939 Pontiac straight eight, loaded
up with four of my buddies, and of course, my J45 Gibson in it's usual
place, propped up on the floorboard, behind my front driver's seat.
One of us geniuses came up with the idea of playing hide and seek in our
cars....on the gravel road outside Pleasant Hope...with our lights off
on a no moon night. Bucky ,four guys, and Loretta sitting so close to
him, he could hardly move to shift gears (which could turn into heavy
groping if you played it right)....me with my buds, as we headed out of
Pleasant Hope, hitting the back gravel roads.
Bucky took a turn and disappeared up a side road, I took a turn and went down another side road. We sat in the dark, one of the boys lighting up a camel cigarette that smelled like burning an old
pile of hay and manure throwed out the back of the barn, and we tried to pierce the absolute dark to catch a glimpse of where Bucky might be. After about 15 minutes, I couldn't wait any longer, I started up the old straight 8 and, with the lights off, tried to follow the faint outline of the gravel road back toward town. I had my head stuck out the window, trying to see where I was going, going about 15 miles an hour or so, when, out of nowhere, I saw the grill of the Goss's 1949 Chevy coming directly at me, and only about 4 foot away....the crash was tremendous, when you are the crashee...head on with no lights, except the ones that flashed in my head as I bent the wing window frame with my forehead...John Glenn hitting my windshield and breaking it out...Denny Wright getting clobbered in the back seat by the flying J45...meanwhile, Loretta Noe, practically sitting on Bucky's lap at the time, hit the dash and her knee hit the dash ash tray and cut her leg really bad. Dead silence...except for the tinkling of broken glass...I finally came to myself and realized I couldn't see out of one eye...the blood running down from my forehead was covering it up. Loretta was bleeding all over Bucky...John Glenn's hard head had broken my right windshield out and was covered with glass cuts...the J45 didn't have a scratch on it from flying all around the back seat..and the rest of the kids were just shook up but walking. We were a mile out of Pleasant Hope and we walked in, all of us helping to carry Loretta, to the Pleasant Hope doctor's office (he lived upstairs)who stitched up Loretta and Me with what felt like a broken off pitch fork prong. Loretta carried that scar on her pretty leg, I reckon the rest of her life, as I did the scar across my right eye brow and forehead the rest of mine. Three years later we all scattered like a covey of quail, going off on our own life adventures, and I never did get to tell all of them...Hey! I won....I found y'all! -Stan
Bucky took a turn and disappeared up a side road, I took a turn and went down another side road. We sat in the dark, one of the boys lighting up a camel cigarette that smelled like burning an old
pile of hay and manure throwed out the back of the barn, and we tried to pierce the absolute dark to catch a glimpse of where Bucky might be. After about 15 minutes, I couldn't wait any longer, I started up the old straight 8 and, with the lights off, tried to follow the faint outline of the gravel road back toward town. I had my head stuck out the window, trying to see where I was going, going about 15 miles an hour or so, when, out of nowhere, I saw the grill of the Goss's 1949 Chevy coming directly at me, and only about 4 foot away....the crash was tremendous, when you are the crashee...head on with no lights, except the ones that flashed in my head as I bent the wing window frame with my forehead...John Glenn hitting my windshield and breaking it out...Denny Wright getting clobbered in the back seat by the flying J45...meanwhile, Loretta Noe, practically sitting on Bucky's lap at the time, hit the dash and her knee hit the dash ash tray and cut her leg really bad. Dead silence...except for the tinkling of broken glass...I finally came to myself and realized I couldn't see out of one eye...the blood running down from my forehead was covering it up. Loretta was bleeding all over Bucky...John Glenn's hard head had broken my right windshield out and was covered with glass cuts...the J45 didn't have a scratch on it from flying all around the back seat..and the rest of the kids were just shook up but walking. We were a mile out of Pleasant Hope and we walked in, all of us helping to carry Loretta, to the Pleasant Hope doctor's office (he lived upstairs)who stitched up Loretta and Me with what felt like a broken off pitch fork prong. Loretta carried that scar on her pretty leg, I reckon the rest of her life, as I did the scar across my right eye brow and forehead the rest of mine. Three years later we all scattered like a covey of quail, going off on our own life adventures, and I never did get to tell all of them...Hey! I won....I found y'all! -Stan
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