New Thread: What's Your Best Story Of Breaking Down Or Hitch-hiking Stories???

At the ripe young age of 15 :blob:I drove my grand mother from Paw Paw Ill.close to Chicago.
to plant city Fla.
Yep back then you could have a hard ship drivers license at 14.:thumrigh:
My uncle had a dodge Monaco four door 383 2 bbl screamer.
It was my job to get grandma and me to plant city to start strawberry harvest. Mom and two younger brothers will make the trip when the harvest
got going good.:clock:
It was just me and a great old native American Indian about 50 years young.
On our trip to Fla. we stoped to see uncle Robert here in Arkansas her son, my
A grade uncle , So we spend two days there and he said the car is doing great.
so he sneaks me a couple packs of cig's and some fun money and of we go with sandwiches and cooler of pop, {soda drinks}
You should have seen me in this BIG nice dark blue Monaco at 5'7" and a whopping 155lb's.
Well the trip was back on its way and everything was good, Grandma let me smoke and making the best of a long trip.
Tallahassee was getting close and it was after dark and the thumping sound started and sounded like the floor board was vibrating .
That's when we made the disition and stopped at the next turn off and slowed the car down and as we entered the turned off on the exit the car though's a drive shaft and we barely rolled off the road.
I looked under the car and the drive shaft was gone.
We walked back and found it and took it back to the car.
Grandma and I walked to the top of the turn off and seen the next town was
in site, But a lady stopped and ask how we was and she drove us to a dinner that was open. as grandma was getting change for the pay phone a man ask me if everything was all right. so I told him what has happened to us.
He was there eating supper there because his wife was bowling.:angel5:
He and my grandma and I had a sandwich and fries and he said that he can fix it in no time. He said wait here and he would get your car and meet us two corners down the street at his garage.
Grandma and I was worried about how much this would cost.
He backed the big Dodge in his garage and had every thing and had us up and ready in about an hour. God bless the good old day's
and a great place with a good man that made a bad time good.
sorry but this is a true story and not real exciting but so true and it had to be told. It sure could have been a worse. cost to do every thing was $15.
I think that was the only time mother mopar ever let me down.:salute: