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Monday, November 24, 2008

To discuss a high school tale of intrigue and suspense

"Get to Know Me Week"

Today's "Get to Know Me" entry is a retelling of a high school tale...

Most people in high school have that one person you do everything with, from hanging out to playing sports to going on late-night escapades.
Mine was a guy we'll call DH. We played basketball together, went to amusement parks together, went to diners at 3 a.m., chased after girls, dabbled in black tar heroin, you know, the usual.

We also often would see what kind of trouble we could get into, as we grew up in a very small town with very little to do. At certain times, this included attempted cow-tipping (we never got one pushed over, as the cows started stampeding), driving through a blizzard to pick up two cheerleaders (nearly died but it was worth it) and watching his pet piranha try to eat a lake trout in DH's aquarium (it seems we liked abusing animals, but we didn't.)

One summer night, before our senior year, DH wanted to check out the house of some guy he thought was doing shady stuff. I never quite understood what the shady stuff was, or what we were supposed to be looking at, but hey, sure, I'll go along.

It was about midnight when we got to the house, set alone on the top of a grassy knoll, as houses are prone to do. DH wanted to be secretive, so he backed his car down a dirt path at the bottom of the hill, amidst rows of trees, until we couldn't go any further. We had the car on, but the lights off, and waited. And waited. Soon, a car appeared at the other end of the path, facing toward us, with its high-beams on.

Being manly men, we were screaming like girls at the very real possibility it was this crazy guy coming after us. The car sat there for several minutes; we couldn't go anywhere. Eventually, he backed out...we slowly pulled out of the dirt path and onto the main road, which wasn't that much wider. This is in back-country Pennsylvania, after all.

When we started driving away, we noticed the other car was behind us. It was on like Donkey Kong. DH, at that point a regular, reckless teenage driver, started flying down back roads as I kept checking behind us. We decided to go down a seldom used road, called Book Road. It is there where our fortunes turned for better or worse, depending on your view...

The thing about Book Road is it crosses over a creek, or, as some of us western Pa. people say, a "crick." There is a short, sharply-angled wooden bridge on the road. A week before this adventure took place, DH and I came down that road, DH driving, and hit the bridge going about 40 MPH. That just about wrecked his car- we got some air and I ripped his rearview mirror off trying to hold on for sweet, beautiful life.

Back to the chase. DH is cruising down the road, but just before he gets to the bridge, he slows down to about 25 mph, bouncing us over the bridge, before accelerating. At that point, I turned around to find the other car.

What I saw I'll never forget, either by memory or by lore. The other car's headlights, all I could make out in the darkness, rapidly approached us as the car reached the bridge. I saw the headlights crest toward the sky, as the car must have been going extremely fast by that point...

... And I never saw them hit the ground. Ever.

DH and I did check back the next day to see if there was a car. We saw nothing, and yet there should have been something. It was the Ichabod Crane and the Headless Horseman of car chases. The mystery remains unsolved, pending an investigation by Robert Stack.*

* That show used to freak me out, as did "Rescue 911" with Captain Kirk.



16 comments:

SouthernBelle said...

hahahaha

Ah, teenage shenanigans.

Hey Andy, my Getting to Know You (or in this case, Me) post is up.

: )

Amy said...

Wow.

Rescue 911 also left me shaking in my Osh Kosh.

Lump said...

ok creepy.

I couldn't get past the first few lines knowing that the person you did everything with was DH. When I see DH I think "Dear Husband". hmmm.... ;)

kisatrtle said...

Seeing as my brain kept automatically substituting DH for "dear husband" that story really had me rolling.

I'll post my high story today

Muffy Willowbrook said...

You didn't even see tire tracks or anything when you went back? NUTTIN????

Andy said...

Belle- I can't believe the two of us never got arrested
Amy- Glad I'm not the only one.
Lump- Trust me that his name is not Dear Husband. But that is funny
Kisa- You and Lump think alike.
Muffy- Nuttin. It was crazy, and I still don't quite understand it.

JenBun said...

That IS freaky!

Kids do some crazy things... we had car chases, too, but no disappearing cars!

PA ftw. :)

Sam_I_am said...

Gosh, I don't think I ever did anything crazy. I'll have to ask my bff. That would be a good co-blog... I did almost get into a fight with a couple boys at Century III Mall and with Fiance's ex-gf.

I also forgot about Rescue 911. Unsolved Mysteries is still aired.

SouthernBelle said...

Douchey Ex and his best mate used to play a late night driving game called "Australia/America". Basically involving swerving from one side of a 2 lane road to the other (because in Australia we drive on the other side of the road) while saying "Australia. America.Australia. America." depending on which side of the road you were on.

Amy xxoo said...

That is awesome.... did those two cute boys from " Supernatural " turn up ? Because if you know Jared Padalecki, you rally need to introduce me...

Also: you totally gave me an idea for my getting to know you post...

Jossie Posie said...

The show scared the crap out of me, his voice was creepy.

JSauce said...

De-lurking! Robert Stack was totally creepy. I forgot all about Rescue 911, I loved that show.

Miss Tiff said...

That's kind of creepy. Unsolved Mysteries used to freak me out too.

bex said...

Whoaaaaaaaaa.

Erin said...

This is all kinds of crazy. I love it.

I had a friend I did everything with in high school. My father recently revealed to me that he thought we were doing "lesbian things."

Kellie said...

Whoa. Freak. Me. Out! It makes me think of all the creepy night time stuff we used to do. Man I miss high school. Well, no wait, I miss college. It was more fun (from what I remember). :)

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