I don't know ho widespread the term 'digging' is for off-road driving
but that is what we used to describe what we were up to that day we
drove to Forebay. Here is a typical/hypothetical conversation that
will put our hillbilly slang into context:
“Hey, you guys go sloughing (to skip school for fun) to go diggin'
up to Forebay?”, asks a typical/hypothetical hillbilly who had been
left out of the sloughing and digging.
“Yes”, would be the typical/hypothetical response from the
typical/hypothetical me who had indeed gone sloughing and digging.
Hope that cleared it up for you.
After we drove up to Forebay and the muffler which was already leaky
broke most of the way off and was dragging on the road putting off
plenty of sparks. We were drivign down the canyon screaching and
blazing so I decided to drive around in a muddy field on the side of
the road to try and finish off the muffler. We drove and stuck and
unstuck the car for about an hour and that stupid muffler was still
hanging on by a tread but some of the guys had to get home so we
drove the six miles back home grinding off the muffler slowly. When
we got to my friend Jordan's house I climbed under the car with some
tools to try and unbolt the mostly loose muffler but the ripping and
dragging had jammed up the bolts and they refused my gentle coaxing
and prolific cursing. My play devolved from a civilized attempt at
that most noble of primate arts, tool use; back to what made us the
top species on the planet - the ram-it-home school of mechanics.
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| Like Hannibal's elephants or Catherine's horse sometimes you just have to go big and then go home. |
I
got a long rope and a ratcheting tie strap and connected the muffler
to the telephone pole that was by the drive way and I got a running
start at driving downhill out of their driveway to snap the exhaust
system off. I don't want to bog you down with a lot of high level
physics and whatnot but when I hit the end of the hundred foot rope
the tatters of the muffler pipe were more then enough to snap my car
to a stop and send me pretty hard into the steering column that
bloodied my nose, honked the horn and pissed me right off. The people
watching were not so angry more entertained if anything. They were
all laughing and telling me to give it another go. I invited them to
preform a sex act on themselves and to shut up. I gave it one more
tentative yank and then unstrapped my rig and drug my muffler home
across town and then cut it off with a saws-all like I know how. When
my dad asked how the muffler cam off I told him it just fell off when
I drove at a reasonable speed over a speed-bump. Must have been
loose.
