memory lane
All this snow and this time of year took me back to five years ago, shortly before Jeff left K-state. The scene is the Dillons parking lot and Jeff was driving his old Honda accord. (Side note, this is actually when Jeff began to imagine his dream car, the PT Cruiser). The parking lot had been cleared and piled high with snow. Jeff thought it would be so funny to drive wrecklessly. The following is our exchange.
Sarah: Jeff, this isn't funny. You are going to wreck your car.
Jeff: Shut up Sarah. You don't know what you are talking about.
Sarah: Seriously, why is it fun to drive into large piles of snow in the parking lot?
Jeff: "Just watch this", says Jeff as he floors the car, slams on the brakes, and lets us collide into a huge snow bank...just in as we hear a huge cracking sound as we actually collide with the concrete wall beneath the snow bank.
Jeff:*%#$@*&%%&&
Sarah: Hmmm...no comment.
Sarah: Jeff, this isn't funny. You are going to wreck your car.
Jeff: Shut up Sarah. You don't know what you are talking about.
Sarah: Seriously, why is it fun to drive into large piles of snow in the parking lot?
Jeff: "Just watch this", says Jeff as he floors the car, slams on the brakes, and lets us collide into a huge snow bank...just in as we hear a huge cracking sound as we actually collide with the concrete wall beneath the snow bank.
Jeff:*%#$@*&%%&&
Sarah: Hmmm...no comment.
posted by drivel at 9:06 PM
12 Comments:
But I'm sure that afterward Jeff was thinking to himself, 'That..was...AWESOME'! Good work Jeffers.
oh my gosh, I can't stop laughing.
i just told this story on friday to a coworker!!! goodtimes... it was based on my strong belief that there are no girls that like what i call "car games". which means stuff like this, donughts, driving in the ditch or anything else that a male might perceive as "funny" involving a car. why men do you have to do car games???
and my personal favorite is that they really like to do car games to impress girls! WHY? coupling that with what you said, hannah, it just doesn't work.
All these years later and I had no idea Jeff was trying to impress me. I feel so dumb.
jeff is always trying to impress you sarah...
Men and car games? Come on! What kind of game was Sarah playing when she parked so gracefully (see previous post and picture)? We men may love car games, but no more than you women. You just play different games with your cars!
Jeff! Please don't ever say that again. I feel embarrassed just reading it. If you would read the books I give you and be more open to receiving my words of wisdom on your life at Backyard Burger I would be impressed enough without all your juvenile mind games. You look great by the way.
Guys like playing car games. Girls like playing games in cars. Why do you think I've owned an SUV since freshman year?
i feel obliged to weigh in on this one. i've done more than my fair share of completely awesome things in a variety of vehicles - from running over stuff, to driving into snowbanks, to intentionally rear-ending friends (just a love-tap), to driving from the backseat with the cruise control engaged, to frying the ignition system by adding on every kind of electrical device you can think of (breaker-breaker one niner. what's your 20 good buddy.) ladies, you know you love it. nothing says i'm awesome, i'm dangerous, and i'm dangerously awesome than a monster peel-out in the mcd's parking lot. we do it to impress chicks the same way chicks wear push-up bras to impress dudes. yeah right - it's all about chasing off the competition.
Speaking of car games ... how many naked men can you fit into a 3-cylinder Korean hatchback? How many? C'mon, take a guess ... you'd be surprised! Ahh, the memories.
Mike, you just took my "funniest blog comment of 2005" award. I would describe that comment as "dangerously awesome".
I would also like to pose to the collective female mind the possibility that car games (and many other forms of male tomfoolery) often have nothing to do with impressing girls at all. Boys like fun.
Now I want to go do a monster peelout.
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