I have a lot of crazy stories but I'll share one real quick. I went drag racing
with Dave to a local strip on a Wednesday night (passenger night).
The car broke down that night and there was no way he could make it home. Had
to call a tow truck. We waited until mid-night and the track offered their
hospitality of waiting with us inside the gates. Waited & waited. We see the
lights show up at the entry gates. It gets closer and our jaws drop. It's a cab
over, not a one-ton flat bed. He, by himself, got me up there. I had not been
so high in a long time. Of course they couldn't leave me in the car which I
begged for. Got home. The guy unloads the car. I gotta get out of this monster.
Dave swings my legs around. I'm in a sitting position facing out the door
holding on to a handle for pulling yourself up there. He's wayyy down there
with my manual chair next to him. I'm crying, scared shitless (i'm sorry) he
said "You have to trust me, Diane, when I say let go, let go of it" He yelled,
" Let go". God must've pushed me because I let go, made a Perfect landing to
his arms, his arms to my chair like we did it a 100 times in practice. I just
to this day, can't believe he did that! We were not drinking in this story, to
the best of my recollection.
Dianna
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From: Gmail <bobbiehumphre...@gmail.com>
To: RONALD L PRACHT <r.pra...@sbcglobal.net>
Cc: Quad-list Post <quad-list@eskimo.com>
Sent: Wed, May 13, 2015 12:07 pm
Subject: Re: [QUAD-L] Quad accident- flip overs
This story Ron sounds like something I would have done. Love it! Bobbie
Smile Everyday
On May 13, 2015, at 6:03 AM, RONALD L PRACHT < r.pra...@sbcglobal.net> wrote:
I had a crazy deal at a friends trailer one night. I got intoxicated and had
to try to get out the door to catherize off the deck. I did a wheelie to get
over the threshold and flipped back, hit my head on the wooden coach arm them
broke all four brackets off the back of my chair. Someone flipped me back over
but I had to lean forward because the back was gone. The girl that brought me
to the party said it was her perrogative not to take me home. Eventually an
indian guy got me down the stairs into his car and home. My dad was so pissed
off, he had to rebuild the chair that night.
Ron
