BROKERBELLE'S WILD RIDE

With cars coming and going, including some in the middle of the night, HarleyDad decided to take security precautions into his own hands in order to protect the coveted 86 MR 2. It was no longer seemly that the car wander off at 2:00 a.m. in the morning. Further not all cars always found their way home, with some even thinking they were trains and appearing on rail road tracks and all that.

But HarleyDad had a plan. Going to the local Wal-Mart (for indeed, where else would one shop in Ozarklandia) he purchased an “anti-theft device.” The device was a metal rod with a crook at each end and was adjustable. So each night, HarleyDad would dutifully lock his precious MR 2 up attaching one crook to the steering wheel and the other end under the metal portion of the brake pedal. By this fiendish method, the wheel could not be turned nor the brake pedal depressed.

After a number of months the fateful event occurred. It was a small thing-or at least HarleyDad deemed it to be small and insignificant. The overhead light burned out.

The next event in the chain of causation was that the car was parked on the side of the house in the shadows facing the road and the woods.

Guests were on the way, and Brokerbelle decided to use HarleyDad’s Mr.2 to go to the store. She got into the car in the dark and turned on the engine, and the car began to move of its own accord. Due to the fact that the “anti-theft device was locked to the wheel” Brokerbelle could not turn the steering wheel. Being everpresent of mind, she hit the brake; however, once again because of the “anti-theft device” the brake pedal could not be pushed down.

Thus, Brokerbelle’s Wild Ride began. The car went plummeting merrily through the woods of Ozarklandia neither being able to be directed nor stopped until it hit a tree and stopped itself.

Brokerbelle extracted herself from the car and returned to the house with a few choice words for HarleyDad who had (i) not replaced the overhead light, (ii) had parked the car in a dark area and (iii) had not reminded Brokerbelle that the “anti-theft” was on the automobile.

So once again, even the use of an anti-theft device had not kept the MR 2 safe. Even more it had resulted in possible injury to Brokerbelle, as a result to HarleyDad himself.

There is an old saying. It is : “If momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.” I can only say that Brokerbelle was NOT happy that evening!

Another true but horrible tale
By HarleyDad