The Convertible

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.

Published by brainchildgalore

I am an art enthusiast who loves many forms of art such as watercolor, drawing, writing, and much more. Here on my blog, I try to show a snippet of my hobbies and artistic endeavors. My life vision is to turn everything into an artistic version of itself, living a life that allows me to be the person God made me to be, and do my best work. Quote of the month "To see the person you will be in 5 years, examine the books you read, the TV shows you watch, and the friends you keep. They will show you a reflection of your future." - a wise person.

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