tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post3803071297196110947..comments2023-03-22T02:43:14.121-07:00Comments on Plumbed Down: First Car Memories: Good Times and Getting Arrested Plumbeddownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-25404698965315678352013-05-24T08:36:57.080-07:002013-05-24T08:36:57.080-07:00Totally just a bodily reaction. Can't be help...Totally just a bodily reaction. Can't be helped. Ericamoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17149562514128914932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-5337863716127904242013-05-22T20:29:36.021-07:002013-05-22T20:29:36.021-07:00No crash, but I barely avoided the opposite lane&#...No crash, but I barely avoided the opposite lane's ditch. Had a car been oncoming, it would've been a head-on <br />collision. It scared me so badly I didn't drive any car for a week or so. Plumbeddownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-45297291965030409972013-05-22T17:27:12.127-07:002013-05-22T17:27:12.127-07:00Probably a good move on your part. did you crash o...Probably a good move on your part. did you crash or make it unscathed? Inquiring minds want to know.<br /><br />Elena Edillonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11962097232822544949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-88285005739532645402013-05-22T16:49:36.246-07:002013-05-22T16:49:36.246-07:00Well it was really my only negative experience wit...Well it was really my only negative experience with Cops. However, I was potentially shedding a few tears in the back seat. This can not be confirmed or denied. Frustration often leads to tears. It's not crying. Right? Plumbeddownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-66058350416201281082013-05-22T16:47:40.579-07:002013-05-22T16:47:40.579-07:00I had a friend with a VW Bug and it was very simil...I had a friend with a VW Bug and it was very similar. I also nearly died in a '46 Ford truck with a Corvette 327 engine...the car died right before an intersection going 35 mph, and I had to turn the manual steering wheel while skidding. I never drove that vehicle ever again. Plumbeddownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-15571529092605798102013-05-21T15:18:53.288-07:002013-05-21T15:18:53.288-07:00If that was me, I'd have been sobbing in the b...If that was me, I'd have been sobbing in the back seat!! I've never been arrested, but I've been pulled over a few times, and in none of those times did I ever feel heard; mostly, I just felt terrified and belittled. Ugh. Cops are the worst! It's so not cool how you were unfairly arrested and then given TWO tickets! What a butthead! (keepin' it PG with my name calling)Ericamoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17149562514128914932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-26504275194946746422013-05-21T08:46:05.780-07:002013-05-21T08:46:05.780-07:00I can't believe he arrested you without even a...I can't believe he arrested you without even asking you anything! Oh my gosh I would have been so scared! I loved my first car too. It was a 1968 VW Bug (so many people had these as their first cars). Two or three times a week, I would be driving along and the gas pedal would thunk to the floor while the engine revved and I went nowhere. I would have to turn it off,go the the back, open the engine compartment and flip a little lever on the go cart motor to fix it. I have no idea why it did this I just know it was partial to doing it at the worst times. On a hill, in the rain and almost always in the middle of a busy intersection. I miss that car...ummm no I really don't but I do have fond memories of learning to drive a stick and my first real independence. Thanks for making me laugh as usual. =) Elena Edillonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11962097232822544949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-85013438032028726822013-05-20T20:35:51.139-07:002013-05-20T20:35:51.139-07:00I told one of my "Revolutionary" co-work...I told one of my "Revolutionary" co-workers about my blog this week, and was telling him how I wrote about getting arrested. He too thought I was suddenly a "bad-ass," but it quickly faded when he realized how tame my story was. He was in the USSR when Tiennamen Square happened in China, and was in East Germany when the Wall came down. So he has a number of "infractions" around the world. <br /><br />My four referrals, two Saturday schools, and a poem written to me by a college professor are the extent of my "pushing the envelope." Plumbeddownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-84083877923494404342013-05-20T20:32:16.955-07:002013-05-20T20:32:16.955-07:00Tangy cider, you say? Ha ha. I actually am not t...Tangy cider, you say? Ha ha. I actually am not that fond of most alcohols, but I do like a "tangy" apple cider. <br /><br />Copy and paste this onto your blog. One free entry. It's good. I've never been pulled over for suspected drunk driving, so you've got one (or is that two) on me. Plumbeddownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-85287185048197396362013-05-20T20:29:04.463-07:002013-05-20T20:29:04.463-07:00Yeah. I didn't know if I should call it my &q...Yeah. I didn't know if I should call it my "first" car, because I shared my dad's Chevy Silverado for two years of High School. However, it was the first car under my name on the title...so that's what I go by. <br /><br />Arrestees UNITE!Plumbeddownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05922056608873107130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-80929615171984388382013-05-20T16:12:27.721-07:002013-05-20T16:12:27.721-07:00OMG, you were arrested??? You're more bad-ass ...OMG, you were arrested??? You're more bad-ass than I thought. <br />Haha, just kidding. I'd have been so pissed. I probably would've cried angry tears while at the same time spouting obscenities at the cop, because I don't like cops. Makes for a great story though, huh?Natalie DeYounghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16906680301422288990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-52050642115933918092013-05-20T07:20:36.191-07:002013-05-20T07:20:36.191-07:00How funny! I can just picture it.
This reminds m...How funny! I can just picture it. <br /><br />This reminds me of the night I was driving home after a friend's wedding in my "boat"...a Pontiac Catalina...I can't even remember what year. I pulled up toward a toll booth. As I leaned across the substantially wide bench seat to get my purse which had slid to the far side, the steering wheel moved with me. I had to swerve sharply to avoid hitting the booth. I paid the toll, and pulled away. Immediately, I saw the flashing lights. I pulled over, got out my license and registration (both thankfully valid). The officer asked me where I had been that night. At a wedding. "Had I had much to drink?" Actually, nothing at all...at least nothing alcoholic. He beamed his flashlight into the car, obviously looking for empty bottles. He found none. Finally, he commented that I had been driving badly, and I explained about the purse. He let me go.<br /><br />As I drove on, I realized I needed to clean my windshield. I used the washer fluid and wipers, but that didn't do a very good job, and there wasn't enough fluid to finish cleaning properly. Even so, I could still see fairly well as long as no oncoming cars shone their headlights on the grime. When I faced an oncoming car, I slowed to a crawl speed so I didn't drive far with impaired vision. <br /><br />Then, to top it all off, I started to get sleepy, but I was not far from home, so I kept going, slapping my cheeks every once in a while to keep awake. Evidently, the sleepiness showed in my driving. Once again, I saw the flashing lights. Once again, I pulled over and got out my license and registration. Once again, the officer (a different one this time) asked where I had been, how much I had been drinking, and shone his flashlight over the floor of my car. Once again, he found nothing. As I was obviously wide awake by this time, he could also tell that my speech did not sound even remotely like I was drunk. I admitted that I had been sleepy, but that after the scare he gave me, I was sure I was awake enough to make it safely the last five minutes until I got home. He let me go with a reminder to be careful.<br /><br />I find it quite ironic that I was stopped twice in one night for drunk driving...and I have never had more alcohol than communion wine whenever I happen to visit a church that doesn't use grape juice. Well,... except for that Halloween party in college when the soccer players on our brother floor spiked the cider....What can I say?!? I just thought the cider was tangy. At least I only had to walk across a parking lot to get to my dorm.Julie Merrinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16535352710739104399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552170607010033527.post-43872447281267109982013-05-19T06:24:56.897-07:002013-05-19T06:24:56.897-07:00There's always fond memories of first cars, ar...There's always fond memories of first cars, aren't there? The freedom they come with permanently mark them on our brain. It is nice to know I'm not the only blogger who's been arrested!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14892957099696412869noreply@blogger.com