Dollar call on Dollar
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Written with a loving hand by kitt some time around 00:15 on 24 June 2005
The slightly bigger but not quite major street that my street intersects has two lanes where it meets up with the closest really major street.
The left lane is a straight or left turn lane. The right lane is a right turn only lane.
Usually, drivers on the street know what's going on and move into the correct lane before they get to the intersection.
Not so today.
With three of us (Kevin, Chris and me) leaving from my house for practice, carpooling makes sense. Especially with Kris driving back from practice with only him in the car.
Given I have a two seater, and Doyle's truck cab isn't quite comfortable for three, Kevin had the honors of driving the three of us to practice. Kevin has a four wheel drive car.
And isn't afraid to use it.
We approached the above mentioned intersection behind a huge SUV, a tahoe or suburban or whatever those hummer wannabe vehicles are. The truck stopped early, several car lengths behind from the intersection. Another car had stopped in front of it, trying to move from the fewer-cars-in-the-shorter right turn only into the more-cars-and-longer-wait left/straight turn lane. The attempt failed, and said car stopped, blocking both lanes. The huge SUV stopped behind the first car, and we stopped behind the SUV.
As we stopped, Doyle piped up, "You have a four wheel drive. There's enough room to go around." as he pointed to the sidewalk to the right.
Kevin looked at the space, nodded and said "Uh huh."
I chimed in from the back seat, "Dollar."
Kevin turned to me with a smirk that said, "You just called dollar on that?" and yanked the wheel hard right.
Up and over the curb we went, with me giggling and laughing the whole way. Omigod it was hysterical! We passed the huge SUV, passed the cluster producing car and into the clear right turn lane just as the light turned green.
Zoom!
Oh, I was laughing so hard. Doyle was in the front seat, laughing, too. As we stopped in the left turn lane at the next light, the driver of the car behind us before Kevin's crazy-man move pulled up next to us.
"That was awesome, man" he said, wiping a laughter tear from his eyes.
Usually, drivers on the street know what's going on and move into the correct lane before they get to the intersection.
Not so today.
With three of us (Kevin, Chris and me) leaving from my house for practice, carpooling makes sense. Especially with Kris driving back from practice with only him in the car.
Given I have a two seater, and Doyle's truck cab isn't quite comfortable for three, Kevin had the honors of driving the three of us to practice. Kevin has a four wheel drive car.
And isn't afraid to use it.
We approached the above mentioned intersection behind a huge SUV, a tahoe or suburban or whatever those hummer wannabe vehicles are. The truck stopped early, several car lengths behind from the intersection. Another car had stopped in front of it, trying to move from the fewer-cars-in-the-shorter right turn only into the more-cars-and-longer-wait left/straight turn lane. The attempt failed, and said car stopped, blocking both lanes. The huge SUV stopped behind the first car, and we stopped behind the SUV.
As we stopped, Doyle piped up, "You have a four wheel drive. There's enough room to go around." as he pointed to the sidewalk to the right.
Kevin looked at the space, nodded and said "Uh huh."
I chimed in from the back seat, "Dollar."
Kevin turned to me with a smirk that said, "You just called dollar on that?" and yanked the wheel hard right.
Up and over the curb we went, with me giggling and laughing the whole way. Omigod it was hysterical! We passed the huge SUV, passed the cluster producing car and into the clear right turn lane just as the light turned green.
Zoom!
Oh, I was laughing so hard. Doyle was in the front seat, laughing, too. As we stopped in the left turn lane at the next light, the driver of the car behind us before Kevin's crazy-man move pulled up next to us.
"That was awesome, man" he said, wiping a laughter tear from his eyes.