The annoying story of the fluid drives
I learned to drive in my brother’s 51 Dodge truck. I would drive it on my paper route on Sundays while he slept on the passenger side.
I had 2 paper routes, one downtown and one out in the country
The downtown one I had to do on my bicycle but more times then not, I grabbed a dirtbike to do the one out in the country
Now, this was back when I was 16 or so, and most of the money I made delivering those papers went to booze or pot and more then once I would go from a party straight to deliver papers before going to bed
Well, one morning I had been to a particularly good get to gether and I was slightly more toasted then usual and I was just having a blast
I made it to this one house out in the country and instead of taking the driveway with the culvert, I decided to ride through the ditch instead
I drove into it, hit the culvert and jumped across the driveway, stuck the landing and popped a wheelie
I didn't put the front wheel down untill I crashed through the glass front door and put a paper on the spiral staircase going up
I found out years later that the papers insurance picked up the tab for that one
