Tonight I drove my grandpa Wilson (on my dad’s side) to go pick up a part to repair his Dodge van, which has turned out to be pretty dodgy. He got me dinner and we got to talk. He told me even more stories about his childhood, which I will release at some point. To start with though, I am going to tell you about his convertible.
In the 60’s after graduating high school, my grandpa bought a convertible. He used to drive his friends around in it and they would sing at the top of their lungs. If they spotted a group of girls walking or driving with the windows down, they would pull up and sing for a while, then say “We’re the road show! Want to join?”
Other times, his best friend would yell out inappropriate and offensive insults at random people. One day his friend yelled something especially bad at a man parked in a parking lot. The man started chasing them all over town. He wasn’t letting up and my grandpa’s gas was starting to run low. By this point everyone was laughing, even the guy chasing them, so my grandpa stopped and said “I’m out of gas.” The guy flipped them off and then drove away without doing any serious damage.
Brainchild Galore 