Stories
Life is short. . . .
I was riding with Paul the other day from the Elon Library on the way to my house when we came to the traffic light on the corner of St. Mary's and Hwy 70. There was a box truck in front of us and Paul just started laughing. I said, "What's so funny?" He told me he could picture me jumping into the back of it while we were at the stop light and continued to dare me to do it. I hesistated, trying to think of whether or not it's illegal. Well, it's probably illegal NOW because I did it. I swung the car door open, leaving it that way, ran up and jumped onto the back. In a split second, I made the decision to go all the way in and not to go all the way in all at the same time. In doing so, my feet got confused and I fell flat on the pavement. I'm ok, but my scramble to get back into the car, and keep my shoe on, before the light turned green must have looked rediculous to the other cars around us. My only regret to performing the new sport of "Box Truck Diving" is that I have no pictures or video footage of it. Oh well, I guess I'll live.