greggy
01-20-2005, 03:37 PM
after the ridiculousness of my last posting, (white man...) i decided the forget the dvx fan club and move to montana.
but i want to leave you with a story.
it was about noon in denver when marie left, not packing much other than throwing a nylon sack in the back seat. traveling west along i-70 she saw the gas needle hitting about 10:00- she'd better stop soon.
standing tall next to 98 audi, she rushed but making sure not to drip the fuel on her suede heels. but she fumbled, dropped and the cap. as she reached down her eyes caught something she never really attention to before- the tires.
along the outside edge her eyes followed what seemed to be a crack, or some sort of seperation. she paused, but soon was back, hoping to make it to grand junction before the sun set.
however the longer she sat, the more she began to think about that crack, what was the deal with it? she cared little about cars, but knew it wasn't right. then she saw the sign, 't***- the name you can trust auto repair!'
let me just have them check it out real quick, she thinks.
"whats the problem?" asks stan the 28 year old manager from the counter.
"i'm on my way to junction and i noticed a crack in my tire. i'm in a real hurry, can you take a look at it?"
"yep, you got a crack- i suggest new tires."- says stan. then tim walks up and says, "why would you leave your house on a trip and not check your tires?" finally mike the owner hears them talking, comes over and says, " if you would have read your owners manual you would have remembered to inspect your tires every 500 miles."
"is there anything i can do, seeing i dont have time to get new tires", she states intensely.
"why don't you have time? are you willing to die instead of waiting 3 1/2 hours for us to get to them?"- stan
"don't think wer'e going to do you any favors either, you should have taken care of this months ago!" mike argues.
slaming the door marie leaves, and is soon nearing the western slope. but then suddenly she feels a strange movement in the front of the car. could they be right? she wonders. she again pulls the audi off the road- this time in the little town of silt. approaching a weatherbeaten barn of a gas station, she sees an old man sitting lonley.
"can you help me out" - she calls before even stopping.
the man walks up to the window. " can you check out my front tire?" she again asks.
"crack- you my dear are going to need some new tires".
"i've been told... how far will they take me?"
"where do you need to go?"
"just outside of junction"
"how long you been driving?"
"four hours"
" i don't know for sure if you'll make it, but if it was me, i'd get new tires"
" i just dont have time"
"yeah i know,..but do this honey, keep the speed below 45 mph, and keep your windows down so you can hear if they start to seperate-you can hear the tread pieces hit the wheel well, you'll have to pull over then for sure."
she sighs, thanks him and is soon gone. about an hour later she arrives in junction. pulling into east memorial hospital. she dashes in the doors, passes the staff, and is soon in room 163.
there pouring her body over gram, tears overflow. her sister whispers, "shes been waiting for you'.
within moments the face to face medely continues till grandma passes away...
on the lonley drive home, marie reflects about life, its meaning, and its people.
so all i ask you is, 'who were you in this story?'
many times in life it is better to help where you can, than to tell others what they do wrong.
--please dont reply, i no longer support this forum- still peace to all.
GREGGY
but i want to leave you with a story.
it was about noon in denver when marie left, not packing much other than throwing a nylon sack in the back seat. traveling west along i-70 she saw the gas needle hitting about 10:00- she'd better stop soon.
standing tall next to 98 audi, she rushed but making sure not to drip the fuel on her suede heels. but she fumbled, dropped and the cap. as she reached down her eyes caught something she never really attention to before- the tires.
along the outside edge her eyes followed what seemed to be a crack, or some sort of seperation. she paused, but soon was back, hoping to make it to grand junction before the sun set.
however the longer she sat, the more she began to think about that crack, what was the deal with it? she cared little about cars, but knew it wasn't right. then she saw the sign, 't***- the name you can trust auto repair!'
let me just have them check it out real quick, she thinks.
"whats the problem?" asks stan the 28 year old manager from the counter.
"i'm on my way to junction and i noticed a crack in my tire. i'm in a real hurry, can you take a look at it?"
"yep, you got a crack- i suggest new tires."- says stan. then tim walks up and says, "why would you leave your house on a trip and not check your tires?" finally mike the owner hears them talking, comes over and says, " if you would have read your owners manual you would have remembered to inspect your tires every 500 miles."
"is there anything i can do, seeing i dont have time to get new tires", she states intensely.
"why don't you have time? are you willing to die instead of waiting 3 1/2 hours for us to get to them?"- stan
"don't think wer'e going to do you any favors either, you should have taken care of this months ago!" mike argues.
slaming the door marie leaves, and is soon nearing the western slope. but then suddenly she feels a strange movement in the front of the car. could they be right? she wonders. she again pulls the audi off the road- this time in the little town of silt. approaching a weatherbeaten barn of a gas station, she sees an old man sitting lonley.
"can you help me out" - she calls before even stopping.
the man walks up to the window. " can you check out my front tire?" she again asks.
"crack- you my dear are going to need some new tires".
"i've been told... how far will they take me?"
"where do you need to go?"
"just outside of junction"
"how long you been driving?"
"four hours"
" i don't know for sure if you'll make it, but if it was me, i'd get new tires"
" i just dont have time"
"yeah i know,..but do this honey, keep the speed below 45 mph, and keep your windows down so you can hear if they start to seperate-you can hear the tread pieces hit the wheel well, you'll have to pull over then for sure."
she sighs, thanks him and is soon gone. about an hour later she arrives in junction. pulling into east memorial hospital. she dashes in the doors, passes the staff, and is soon in room 163.
there pouring her body over gram, tears overflow. her sister whispers, "shes been waiting for you'.
within moments the face to face medely continues till grandma passes away...
on the lonley drive home, marie reflects about life, its meaning, and its people.
so all i ask you is, 'who were you in this story?'
many times in life it is better to help where you can, than to tell others what they do wrong.
--please dont reply, i no longer support this forum- still peace to all.
GREGGY