Back many years ago Mom was working at the old Gateway Mall in the wig salon. One night when I was a young hellion I borrowed Mom's 1968 corvair ( would I love to have that car now) to go cruisin. Well I took it out to what is now Gandy Beach and was driving in the grass and dirt like any 17 year old would at that time. For a rear engine car it sure could spin donuts. Well low and behold I crashed it into my friend Eddy's 1968 Pontiac. The car was still drivable and I knew that no one I was with would tell Mom what happened, so I took the car back at the promised time, parked it in the lot, and gave her the keys.
Imagine my surprise when she called me later and asked me if I saw any damage on it. Of course I said "No". I was astonished beyond belief when she told me that front end of her car was wrecked.
I told her that she should call the police and report a hit and run so the insurance would cover it. She did that however the officer was perplexed because the car was parked facing a walkway and there was no tire tracks on the sidewalk. The officer asked if that was where she parked it and she said yes but her son had used it and even parked it right back where she had originally. By this time I'm sure the officer had his own ideas as to what really happend and told her. But Mom ensured the officer that her son was a "good boy" and would never do such a thing like wreck her car and not tell her! The officer took the report and no one was the wiser..............or so I thought.
Fast foward a few weeks or so later. My sister Patti, myself, Mom, and Sandy are all at Aunt Mildred's house when somewhere during a conversation I through Patti under the bus for something. Unbeknownest to me at the time Patti knew about the so called "accident" and whar really happened.
She immediately unloaded the bombshell to Mom that it WAS me that had wrecked her car. Mom was livid to say the least. She told me that now me and my friend Eddy would pay for her car to get fixed and it had better be done to her perfection. Lucky for me Eddy worked in a body shop. It still cost me $60. Needless to say that was the end of my car borrowing days.
Mom loved telling this story and it always made us laugh.