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To: username who wrote (9357)	4/7/1998 12:31:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Respond to of 71178

When I was in Pittsburgh, Spouse came by the chem building one fine evening to pick up Young Deadbeat Student Hubby (she was the big wage earner back tehn). The road going up past the chem bldg really went up. Like Earl Street, vide supra. Fifteen-degree grade easy; truly impassable in snow. Cars caught in the first snow hibernated, like the Donner Party. Anyway, Spouse is waiting at the bottom in our dear departed Honda CRX. Three hundred feet up, she catches some motion. A Pontiac Fiero had lost its parking brake and was rolling down this street, backwards, picking up speed like a soapbox racer. It whooshes past her at twenty-some mph, then connects Solidly with a lamppost fifty feet behind her. She was pretty upset. I drove us home. I'll betcha that Fiero Pilot now turns his ******* wheels into the curb wherever he parks.

To: username who wrote (9357)	4/7/1998 12:46:00 PM
From: jpmac	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Broke in L.A. - Me and little green (78 Datsun b210) were on our way to work on Wilshire Blvd., just off the 101. She overheats, smoke rising the whole bit, so I pull off on the shoulder of the freeway and wait for her to cool off, then limp on in to work. Evening shift. I work late, till about 2 or so, then back to Pasadena. Not long after getting on the freeway, overheat, so I pull to side and wait about 20 minutes to cool and head off again. A little further up the road, she overheats again, so I pull back over. By now I'm thrashed and fall asleep as I sit there.. the window down 'cause it was a warm night. Oh yeah, I was a computer operator. (that's relevant later) Next thing I know, there's this really bright light in my eyes so I open 'em. You know what's it like when you get woke up and you're not back yet? Very confusing, no thoughts, the brain-waves are flat-line.. just impressions. So I see two hulking forms in dark clothes leaning down, telling me to get out of the car (I can translate words, just don't have any of my own). So I do. They say go stand in front of the car. I go. They ask "why are you here?". I blink. By now I've taken in that not only are they huge, they have on uniforms and Guns, and of course that big, too-bright flashlight.. and they look serious so instinct tells me I'd best SAY something. Brain is still dead, so I look around.. for clues. I see a sign hanging up in the air, it's green with white letters.. and it has JOB NAMES on it. I take a breath and find my voice, "I'm here to run jobs," I proclaim. The two over-sized men look at me, unamused, and say "What?" From their look and tone, I know I've given the wrong answer (common with me). I shift from foot to foot and look around some more.. freeway - yes this a freeway.. and that's my car - my car - yes, I know why I'm here. I suck it up again and say, "My car overheated and I was letting cool off. I fell asleep, I quess." They accept this answer, not gracefully I don't think, but they did. And they tell me next time to get off the freeway first and they leave. I collapse in my car, sure I've averted.. something. and head on for home. After one more stop (off the freeway) to cool, I make it. No screaming, and no Dales but there it is. Though one of the big guys mighta been a Dale, I didn't ask.