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How I turned a Van into a Peanut
A chapter in the book Family
Brown Chevy Van
by Treischel
Brown Chevy Van
A Limerick Poem I once owned a brown Chevy van. All over the countryside I ran, But the sliding side door, I accidentally tore Off the van, pulling hard as I can. Then, with too many drinks in my gut, Got in it and pulled driver's door shut. Broadsided, lost control, Crashed into a pole. Then it looked like a big brown peanut. So that peanut, I finally sold To a private party, it was doled. Selling it really stinks. Vehicle was a jinx. But it's memories, I still hold. |
Okay, Okay, I was more to blame than the van. That was back in the 1970's. Drunk driving was more common. I stayed after bowling one night and helped close the bar with my friends drinking. On the way home, I ran a stop light and got broadsided by another car. Hit me just behind the driver's seat. The impact threw the van across the intersection into the stop light pole. It bent the van just behind the passenger seat. Thankfully no one was injured. The van was drivable, but it now looked like a peanut.
Not one of my better moments.
The picture is of the van before it crashed. The Mustang was my wife's.
Pays
one point
and 2 member cents. Not one of my better moments.
The picture is of the van before it crashed. The Mustang was my wife's.
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