model70hunter
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Caj fired up a thread about today's kids. I did some introspective recalling about my youth.
I college most young men, or older boys if you prefer, had bucket list items before the term was worn out.
Road trip, beer and alcohol was a big one. My first had the required plus, cold, plus police, plus a scary ride and more.
I played football on scholarship and played on the varsity team, after the season ended the linebacker coach told me to come to his office Monday. I did, he happened to be the head wrestling coach. He was pretty forward, he said you are going to wrestle for me. It will keep you in shape and you might like it. I had done intramural as our High school did not field a team.
Day one, I'm in the funky wrestler garb and coach says you are 6' 1" 230 pounds and that makes you a heavy weight, Ok. He said wrestle this guy, I'm a Freshman, he's been the #1 guy for a couple of years.
I'm in great condition, this guy looked like he had been sitting on the couch with his momma eating Bon-Bon's. Medium frame fella, should have been wrestling at 140-160.
In short order pinned him, he was ticked, coach ran it over and over, I pinned him every time. Coach said big boy you are now the #2 Heavyweight and the new kid is #1.
After a few weeks it became apparent I needed to focus on classes and discussed it with the coach. He agreed.
What did the above have to do with the 1st road trip? I thought some football guys were not wired right, man some of the wrestler's bubble was pretty far off. So I hit it off with them immediately. The 2 crazies lived on the same hall as me in the athletic dorm. They were always pounding on my door, hey, time to go fishing. Hey time to go get a beer.
One of the 2 I ran with had his Dad's fishing car as his ride. IT was a VW Micro bus.
One day after my last class the pair pounded on my door, It is in the middle of the week and they said Road Trip. Man this college thing is getting exciting.
Around 4 we pooled our money, we had enough for 2 cases of the cheapest beer in town and enough for 1 large bottle of Tequila with a worm. It was cheap Tequila, I think the distributor brought it into the country via mule train.
Off we sped into the January darkness. We drank beer, we drank Tequila. We had a great time. The VW driver lad drove it in to a public park, drove through the evergreens surrounding picnic tables. They bounced right back up and one could not see us from the road.
It was an extra cold Jan night, the ice had ice forming on it.
We noticed the swimming lake below us. One fool dared the other two to skinny dip. We finished off the Tequila. Some how I ended up with the worm. Down to the bare essentials and we ran to the lake, broke the ice on the shore and swam to the platform in the middle. Never felt the cold, musta been the worm.
One of the guys noticed a couple parked down the road, we went to investigate. Yep, probably an older Air Force guy from the base with a young college girl. We placed our rear most to the rear window. Lucky we did not stick to it. HE fired it up and threw gravel leaving.
We got dressed and was working on the beer. We heard the siren 1st and then saw the flashing lights.
He wanted to leave. I said this VW won't outrun that car. Lets stay here and hope he doesn't see us.
The 2 LE gentlemen got out walked to the lake shining their flashlights. One of the wrestlers said I'm gonna get sick, and he did, I asked him politely to be much more quiet as he hurled. The LE guys left, never saw us nor heard the sick boy.
Wow, we lucked out.
We fired it up, lit up some Camels and headed out. The LE guys were sitting down the road waiting. The race started right there. It was a gravel road, dry and dusty, the VW was making lots of dust, we could see the flashing lights, the driver turned off our lights. It was pitch black, the idiot must have been part bat. The VW kept raising dust and we pulled away from them.
Then it was pitch the beer and the empty Tequila bottle. When I come to a land mark pitch them. Ok a curve sign, throw them out.
We came to a black top and turned right, when the LE came to the black top they sat for a while then turned left. The driver made a u-turn and went right back to the curve sign we found all the beer minus one 6 pack. Drank it on the way back to town. I went to my room feeling all the stuff. I will never forget looking at my alarm clock as I crashed. It was 7:30. All that in a little over 3 hours, It seemed like we were gone for days.
I never went on another road trip with that pair. But a bunch of the football players knocked on my door one afternoon and said road trip, we are driving to Kansas where we can drink all the 3.2 we want..... Nice peaceful trip.
I college most young men, or older boys if you prefer, had bucket list items before the term was worn out.
Road trip, beer and alcohol was a big one. My first had the required plus, cold, plus police, plus a scary ride and more.
I played football on scholarship and played on the varsity team, after the season ended the linebacker coach told me to come to his office Monday. I did, he happened to be the head wrestling coach. He was pretty forward, he said you are going to wrestle for me. It will keep you in shape and you might like it. I had done intramural as our High school did not field a team.
Day one, I'm in the funky wrestler garb and coach says you are 6' 1" 230 pounds and that makes you a heavy weight, Ok. He said wrestle this guy, I'm a Freshman, he's been the #1 guy for a couple of years.
I'm in great condition, this guy looked like he had been sitting on the couch with his momma eating Bon-Bon's. Medium frame fella, should have been wrestling at 140-160.
In short order pinned him, he was ticked, coach ran it over and over, I pinned him every time. Coach said big boy you are now the #2 Heavyweight and the new kid is #1.
After a few weeks it became apparent I needed to focus on classes and discussed it with the coach. He agreed.
What did the above have to do with the 1st road trip? I thought some football guys were not wired right, man some of the wrestler's bubble was pretty far off. So I hit it off with them immediately. The 2 crazies lived on the same hall as me in the athletic dorm. They were always pounding on my door, hey, time to go fishing. Hey time to go get a beer.
One of the 2 I ran with had his Dad's fishing car as his ride. IT was a VW Micro bus.
One day after my last class the pair pounded on my door, It is in the middle of the week and they said Road Trip. Man this college thing is getting exciting.
Around 4 we pooled our money, we had enough for 2 cases of the cheapest beer in town and enough for 1 large bottle of Tequila with a worm. It was cheap Tequila, I think the distributor brought it into the country via mule train.
Off we sped into the January darkness. We drank beer, we drank Tequila. We had a great time. The VW driver lad drove it in to a public park, drove through the evergreens surrounding picnic tables. They bounced right back up and one could not see us from the road.
It was an extra cold Jan night, the ice had ice forming on it.
We noticed the swimming lake below us. One fool dared the other two to skinny dip. We finished off the Tequila. Some how I ended up with the worm. Down to the bare essentials and we ran to the lake, broke the ice on the shore and swam to the platform in the middle. Never felt the cold, musta been the worm.
One of the guys noticed a couple parked down the road, we went to investigate. Yep, probably an older Air Force guy from the base with a young college girl. We placed our rear most to the rear window. Lucky we did not stick to it. HE fired it up and threw gravel leaving.
We got dressed and was working on the beer. We heard the siren 1st and then saw the flashing lights.
He wanted to leave. I said this VW won't outrun that car. Lets stay here and hope he doesn't see us.
The 2 LE gentlemen got out walked to the lake shining their flashlights. One of the wrestlers said I'm gonna get sick, and he did, I asked him politely to be much more quiet as he hurled. The LE guys left, never saw us nor heard the sick boy.
Wow, we lucked out.
We fired it up, lit up some Camels and headed out. The LE guys were sitting down the road waiting. The race started right there. It was a gravel road, dry and dusty, the VW was making lots of dust, we could see the flashing lights, the driver turned off our lights. It was pitch black, the idiot must have been part bat. The VW kept raising dust and we pulled away from them.
Then it was pitch the beer and the empty Tequila bottle. When I come to a land mark pitch them. Ok a curve sign, throw them out.
We came to a black top and turned right, when the LE came to the black top they sat for a while then turned left. The driver made a u-turn and went right back to the curve sign we found all the beer minus one 6 pack. Drank it on the way back to town. I went to my room feeling all the stuff. I will never forget looking at my alarm clock as I crashed. It was 7:30. All that in a little over 3 hours, It seemed like we were gone for days.
I never went on another road trip with that pair. But a bunch of the football players knocked on my door one afternoon and said road trip, we are driving to Kansas where we can drink all the 3.2 we want..... Nice peaceful trip.
