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it's yer mother.    Posted 12-04-2004 at 05:36:57       [Reply]  [No Email]
Poor Jake. I think I ruined his social life for good and all last night. He asked if he could go hog hunting. Said he'd cleared it with his dad. I said, well...okay.

A little more than an hour later there was an odd sound in the distance.

Wheeeeze...rattle...ka-pow...ka-POW!...squeak squeak!

This went on for quite some time, before I realized that I was hearing the sound of his "ride" coming to pick him up. A 19?? Toyota pickup coasted into the yard and died six feet from the front door. It went through some kind of shuddering mechanical convulsion that sounded like someone had tossed a handful of marbles into a washer during the spin cycle. There was a tooth-jarring screech, not unlike that of a cat going through a wringer, as the driver's door swung open.

Oh Lord.

A boy emerged, dressed in camo from head to toe. Another cat went through the wringer as the passenger side door swung open and a smaller version of the driver got out. The pickup sighed, as though happy to be relieved of it's human burdens, and then belched a fog of black smoke across the front yard.

There were no less than six colors on this truck, not the least of which was bondo gray. Like brown frosting on a cake, was a coat of mud that spanned from one end of the truck to the other. My first question to Jake (under my breath)...

"How far do you have to go?" And then..."Are you sure you're going to get there?"

I was feeding, and Jake was waiting for me to give him soda/gas money so they discussed their battle plan as I finished up. I couldn't take my eyes off that truck. There was so much junk in the bed that there could have easily been a dead body stashed in there and no one would ever have known.

I was not ready for this. Jake is usually picked up by an adult, in a truck that has all the lights/windows/BRAKES!/and other mechanical parts working. Furthermore, this kid didn't look like he'd started shaving yet.

The questions came without preamble.

"How old are you, boy?" I asked.

"I'm eighteen, Ma'am."

"How long you been drivin'?"

"On road or off road?" He asked sincerely.

I swallowed around a lump in my throat.

"Does that thing have seatbelts in it?"

"Oh yes Ma'am, three of 'em!" He assured me.

"Well good, 'cause Jake has to wear a seatbelt. He's the only Jake I got, and I don't want to have to be scraping him up off the asphalt."

There was a round of nervous laughter and Jake blushed a deep scarlet.

"How far are ya'll goin'?" I asked.

"Ona." They replied, in stereo.

I quickly calculated in my mind. Thirty-five, forty miles.

"Why so far?" I objected.

"Well, cuz that's where we're huntin'." Jake explained, looking at me like I was so dumb that I probably couldn't lace my shoes without assistance.

I sighed.

"Well, I expect you to have that seatbelt on Jake, and I want you to call me when you get to Ona, you hear?"

"Yeah I hear ya. The way you go on a person might think you cared about me."

"Don't be stupid. Of course I care about you. I love you." I winked at him and he blushed again and grinned, but the way he grinned...with his lips together, made me suspicious.

"You got dip in your mouth?" I demanded.

"No, why?"

"Just a hunch. No matter." I said shrugging, and not buying it. "When your bottom jaw drops off in your lap, don't come cryin' to me to sew it back on."

More nervous laughter. The kind that speaks to three boys speculating the loss of their bottom jaws.

After ten minutes of searching behind the seat of the truck for the seat belt, the driver going through discovery after discovery ("hey! there's my jacket! I thought I lost that! And there's my spotlight...and that sock I been missin'!").

"Let me know if you find a roll of Rolaids back there. I bought a roll for my dad last night and then I lost 'em. Thought he was gonna kill me fer comin' home without 'em." Said the passenger.

...they found the seatbelt.

I waited til Jake got his on and then grabbed the strap and yanked on it, testing it.

"Mom. Jeez."

"Don't forget to call me." I reminded him.

The truck started up with a bang that took at least two years off my life, and ground into gear.

As they were pulling away, I heard the driver tell Jake...

"If you'll slide that piece of plywood in the floor back against the bottom of the seat it'll cover up the hole in the floorboard and your feet won't fall out in the road."

I listened to the truck wheeeeze...rattle...ka-pow...ka-POW!...and squeak squeak it's way back up the road and sighed. He made it where he was going and made it back while I sat on the couch pretending to watch two movies and chewed my nails.

It just never gets any easier, does it.




kraigWY    Posted 12-04-2004 at 09:30:08       [Reply]  [No Email]
Reminds me of my first car-vehicle-truck, what ever it was. Some one gave me a 58 metro, wrecked and trashed engine. Rust colored. A friend had a Henry J. I made a deal to install a flat head ford in his J in exchange for the motor and tranny of the J. I (with a lot of imagination) put the J engine and tranny into the metro, I took it to shop class where I promply took a torch to it, making a plywood pickup box and sheet metal cab. I wasn't old enough for a drivers license but no one cared cause they didn't think I would get this project off the ground. Well several miles later and more then a few tickets for no driver's license later, and (I think against the wishes of my GFs mother) I survived. But I think I learned a lot from that car or what ever you could call it.


mark/mn    Posted 12-04-2004 at 09:06:28       [Reply]  [No Email]
Reminds me of the truck me and my brother
started out with. It was an old blue 2wd Ford
3/4 ton dad had bought for hauling our
garbage to the dump. No exhaust, bald
weather checked 8ply tires, rusted out floor ....
to us that ol' beast was as pretty as anything
new on a dealer's lot. An indestructable
hunting and fishing rig that could swim rivers,
climb mountains, go places a logger wouldn't
dare with a skidder. She was our first big
steps into independence


BillKy    Posted 12-04-2004 at 06:47:49       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Maybe this would carry more creedence if it wasn't coming from a first-time poster, but here goes anyway.

It don't get any easier. Your son is at the point in his life where he is starting to make his own decisions. If he's like my 2 kids were, he'll make some good ones, and a few bad ones. All you can do is trust that you put the right values and the correct information in front of him during his early years. (and pray a LOT)

When I met my wife, I was driving an old beat up, rusted out Chevy pick-up that sounds all to much like the Toyota you described. My father-in-law almost didn't allow her to go out with me BECAUSE of that fine ride. 31 years later, we are still the same 2 people that was raised well by the same 2 pair of parents. We have much the same values as our parents. The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree---

And just imagine the thoughts that went through my mind when my (then 16 year old daughters first real date showed up in a rusted out old Chevy VAN!

My wife gave her about 20 minutes worth of sermon. All I said was "Remember what we've taught you". She did.

My son, the teenage rebel, grew up and has turned out to be a carbon copy of me. At 26, he is now everything I ever hoped him to be. Guess he listened too. Most of 'em do, even if they don't want to act like it in front of their friends.

Good luck!


Jet9N    Posted 12-04-2004 at 07:36:46       [Reply]  [No Email]
Sounds Tisha Yearwood "She's in Love With the Boy" LOL

Jet


Cindi    Posted 12-04-2004 at 06:58:33       [Reply]  [No Email]
Welcome and nice to meet you!

My biggest problem with Jake right now, is whether he'll survive long enough to see how he turns out. (grin)

I try to keep reminding myself that he's a pretty tough nut, but he's not immortal. I gave up "true" worrying a long time ago, as it was taking a toll on my health and have settled for just letting him know how much he means to me, hoping that he'll view it as his responisbility not to let anything happen to himself.


bob ny    Posted 12-04-2004 at 06:17:52       [Reply]  [No Email]
know the feeling only i had girls same kind of cars though.


Cindi    Posted 12-04-2004 at 06:22:00       [Reply]  [No Email]
I've been lucky so far in that respect. Jill's first boyfriend had a new truck and even her old Toyota pickup was structurally sound. her Jeep that she has now is a fine vehicle.


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