Three-and-half decades ago as I struggled to put together my final issue of The Fort Apache Scout a horrible feeling of pending death settled down upon me, as if I was not only making my final issue of the tribal paper but taking the final actions of my life. I could not shake the feeling. Finally, after a 30 plus hour push, I had the paper done. It was time to drive it to Phoenix and get it printed. We loaded the boys into the car (no daughters yet) and began the drive. Margie did not yet have a license, but midway between Salt River Canyon and Globe I got too tired to drive on. Margie took over. I closed my eyes as she drove, the feeling of impending death overwhelming me. As I passed into a state of nightmare-like near sleep, I could hear the boys being rambunctious, wrestling and laughing in the back seat, disobeying every word their mother spoke. I fell completely asleep. Suddenly, I was awakened by a loud bang and a violent jerk. I awoke to find the car careening down the left lands, Margie slumped over the steering wheel. At the final instant, Margie came to, guided to car to the side of the highway and stopped. One of the boys had kicked her in the temple, knocked her unconscious, the car had drifted across three lanes of traffic and bounced off this guardrail. I took over the wheel, wide awake now. The boys remained well behaved for the rest of the drive. The feeling of impending death lifted and went away.
Well I guess if the shoe fits, I suck dick at driving.😐😐😐😐😐😐😐 been a hell of a morning, but super psyched to have enough spare parts to fix everything 😎 will be back together tonight. Just with a mismatched fender and rusted hood and no grill. 😢🔫 anyone have a mk2 single rounds grill for sale I would greatly appreciate it
Life isn't about waiting inside for the storm to pass. It's about going on a walk while it pours and starts to hail, getting soaked to the bone but enjoying every second of it! ☂