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jakeduke78
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Date Posted:05/07/2018 3:10 PMCopy HTML

I used to hate to see my mom struggle with Oldsmobile wagon in the morning before school.  I would drag around in my room and wait to hear the car running or hear her blowing the horn for me to hurry up before I'd go downstairs and get in.  My mom would have been considered attractive.  She always wore nude hose to work with strappy open toe high heels.  
My parents divorced and she needed a new car badly.  The wagon was in and out of the garage for tune-ups every couple of months.  My mom grew to have a short fuse and a real temper about that wagon.

This was one of the most embarrassing, worst episodes I can remember.  Oddly, it happened in the spring and it was pretty warm that morning.

I was in my room waiting for her to get it started.  I heard the garage door open, the driver door open and shut and the car begin to crank--- Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  Stop.  Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  Stop.  Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Stop. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  4 tries or so, and the wagon gave no hint of a spark.  

There was about 30 seconds of silence and she tried it again Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Stop.  Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr---high pitched Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr --Vroooom, Vrooooom Vroooom!  She revved it.  Then it died. 

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Stop. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  Stop. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...  Stop.  1-2 minutes

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ---- squealing Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr like it was turning over but wouldn't catch ---- Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr -squealing Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Vrooom! Stop.  Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!  Stop.  Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  Stop. Then almost 60 continuous seconds of monotone Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!  Nothing.

I heard the drivers door open, the SLAM!!  Followed by the door to the garage then SLAM!  "DAMN IT! DAMN IT!"  "I'm going to be late AGAIN!!"  She screamed.  I heard her stomp across the floor.

I went downstairs.  She was on the phone trying to call our neighbor who was already headed to school, no answer.  She slammed the phone down hard!  She then dialed another neighbor.  I could hear the faint ringing.  No answer.  

"I am SO SICK AND TIRED of that DAMN CAR!" she muttered.  

She then called her office.  "Hi Jen, will you please tell Bob I'm going to be la little ate this morning?  My car won't start.  Thank you."

"OK.  Let's go."  She said.  I said "I'm going to go back upstairs and wait."  "NO!  WE HAVE TO GO!  Get IN!" she demanded.

I begrudgingly got into passengers seat.  The car had a bench front seat, and a clear view of the accelerator.  

She pumped the big accelerator 3-4 times and twisted the key Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr -she then started stomping the accelerator to the floor while cranking Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-rrrrrrrrrrrrr pump, pump, pump, Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr --- high pitched Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  Nothing.

I hated this!  It made me so embarrassed. I tried hard not to stare at her or her right foot as she battled the wagon---just a weird feeling.  I looked at the lights on the dashboard as they lit up, pulsed and dimmed with each turn of the key.  

Out of the corner of my eye I could see her ram the pedal to the floor, locking her right knee, flexing her calf...  Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  The car sounded so close to starting, but just wouldn't.  I could feel the back of the bench seat move backward she was holding the pedal to the floor so hard.  Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-- "DAMN IT!  COME ON!!! COME ON!!!" she yelled as the car continued to crank but wouldn't start.

She then sat there for 2 or 3 minutes.

"I'm going to go back inside I said."  "NO!  Stay put!" she yelled.

She twisted the key again, accelerator to the floor, calf flexed Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr--vrooom!-----Rrrrrrrrrrrr,  Pump, pump, pump, then floor Rrrrrrrrrr.


"DAMN!" she yelled.  She was almost crying.  She then went into a tantrum of stomping the pedal like she was kicking the car in frustration.  Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  "COME ON, YOU DAMN CAR!"

We went back inside.  She finally got one of her friends from her office to pick us up.  I rode home with a friend that afternoon.  The wagon was gone.  She had it towed.




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Re:Worst morning I can remember

Date Posted:05/08/2018 12:04 AMCopy HTML

Wonderful! Of all the stories I've ever read, this is one of those I enjoyed the most. :-D And also well written. I assume the cranking sound was similar to Nicole's Oldsmobile. She also had an Olds wagon for some time.



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