Since I was taught to drive by my father in 1969, I’ve never been a good backer upper.
I do much better now that I don’t listen to the radio.
And I don't want you to think I'm constantly backing into things - but I will admit I have a couple of tales that are real doozies.
Understand too, that today I parallel parked perfectly in front of the Post Office on a local avenue.
My first experience of not 'noticing what was behind me' was when I was 17 and my brother came home from serving in the Army with a brand new Italian sports car.
It was a pretty red color with a black convertable top. Even cooler was when there was one in the movie 'The Graduate."
My favorite brother drove it all over Europe and shipped it back to the great state of New Jersey after serving in the Army. I should also mention that it was damaged during shipping and so he waited even longer because it went from the ship right to a body shop.
I felt bad for him. I mean, the poor guy gets home, his car is wrecked in transit – and all he wanted was to get out of the service and drive that thing and start his life after the military.
This is where I come in.
One minute my mother is handing me the keys to her huge Buick station wagon to go get a gallon of milk and the next minute I’m looking in the rear view mirror at a cloud of dust.
I put the car in park and then saw, through the dust, a hint of red.
Yes, you're correct -I had literally backed out of the garage not 'noticing' the car parked on the gravel drive, proceeded to t-bone it with the rear end of my dad’s car!
It was a classic - I not only backed into - but pushed about 25 feet -my wonderful brother’s brand new Alfa Romeo Spider Veloce convertible.
It was not one of my finer driving experiences.
Note also, the parked station wagon's radio was so loud it was deafening.
Immediately I jumped out screaming that crazy hysterical Jersey Girl scream and my brother – well, he comes running out of the house, shaving cream on half his face with one of those old fashioned razor’s in his hand.
The vision of him in his robe, white undershirt and boxer shorts is burned in my memory.
He looked at the car, then me and his head dropped forward so that when he raised it again, there was shaving cream on his chest of his v neck undershirt where his chin had hit.
"Son of a Bitch".
That’s all he said as he turned around and went back inside.
I was still hysterical…and my mother was furious!
I never did go get that gallon of milk.
Backing up is really important when you own an RV, Trailer, Fifth Wheel or anything for that matter.
We have the fifth-wheel but even the name confuses me.
It only has 4 wheels. The truck has 4 wheels. Fifth Wheel????
Anyway, backing up isn't real popular with my husband, but only when he's pulling the trailer. Otherwise, he's the best backer upper going as well as pretty perfect going forward. He is also left handed. Not that there is anything wrong with that but I think it has something to do with why he has problems backing up the trailer. It must be that 'fifth wheel' thingie.
I have to be really, really careful with this story line.
So this is the part one blog of ‘How the RV Pull-Through Concept of RV Sites Is Saving Many Marriages.’
Happy trails till next time.
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