Took the tracks

I regularly tell people about the time I ‘took the tracks’ in Dirk. Every time I tell the story I close it with, “I’d love to do it again in a rental car.”

 

The last time I shared this story I was with a coworker who was definitely intrigued. “Show me the tracks,” he told me. We drove to the scene of the crime only to discover the city had finally attempted to fix the extreme grooves in the asphalt surrounding the tracks. “I’m sad you don’t get to see them as I experienced them. Luckily, you can still see where others have scratched their tranny.”

 

Although he was disappointed that repairs as been made, he didn’t let it show. “Let’s drive over the tracks for old times sake,” he said.  He slowly approached the first track and then put the pedal to the medal. The road may have been fixed, but as soon as we hit the last track we caught air and I couldn’t have been happier. “That was awesome!” I told him and added, “Sounded like you might have scratched your tranny.”

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