model70hunter
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During my Freshman year of HS 2 fellas got into a heated argument over which was faster. One was a dropout who had bought a Big Harley, he was what they called a greaser.
The other lad was freshly 16, his Mom was my English teacher. She grew up on a farm in the deep Ozarks. She had a paddle and had obviously chopped a lot of wood. She took boys or girls to the hallway, this was not a regular occurrence but she had a non moving line in the sand. You are here to learn, don't deviate from this path. I behaved, after the first person was taken to the hall most behaved. Once in a while some one forgot and paid.
One could hear the whistle of air escaping the holes in the paddle.
She let her son drive them to school. Her car was a 1957 Chevy Be Aire 4 door hardtop with a factory 4 bbl 283. He was the other side of the arguement.
It ran thru the school grapevine like it was on rocket fuel.
At noon they were going to settle it, they pulled out of the west parking light and ran the quarter. The Chevy blew the Harley away.
Within minutes all the big dogs, i.e. principle, English teacher, cops were in the parking lot by the time the bad boys got back.
Both lads were not in school for a few days and did not want to talk about it.
We thought the English teacher did the honors. Her swing was like a P-51 starting a sputter and quickly a screaming prop. Or son in this case.
Race over, back to English class.
The other lad was freshly 16, his Mom was my English teacher. She grew up on a farm in the deep Ozarks. She had a paddle and had obviously chopped a lot of wood. She took boys or girls to the hallway, this was not a regular occurrence but she had a non moving line in the sand. You are here to learn, don't deviate from this path. I behaved, after the first person was taken to the hall most behaved. Once in a while some one forgot and paid.
One could hear the whistle of air escaping the holes in the paddle.
She let her son drive them to school. Her car was a 1957 Chevy Be Aire 4 door hardtop with a factory 4 bbl 283. He was the other side of the arguement.
It ran thru the school grapevine like it was on rocket fuel.
At noon they were going to settle it, they pulled out of the west parking light and ran the quarter. The Chevy blew the Harley away.
Within minutes all the big dogs, i.e. principle, English teacher, cops were in the parking lot by the time the bad boys got back.
Both lads were not in school for a few days and did not want to talk about it.
We thought the English teacher did the honors. Her swing was like a P-51 starting a sputter and quickly a screaming prop. Or son in this case.
Race over, back to English class.
