This morning I dreamed that J (one of my Jersey Girls) and I drove a bank robber away from a heist in a getaway car. Except the getaway car was Bessy, the brown station wagon J drove in high school.
Bessy was old in 1989. So the dream of leading a criminal to freedom via Bessy's wheels is hilarious. Unfortunately, I woke before we could get the job done.
But I'm thinking Bessy might have been able to pull it off. There was that time J and a couple other Jersey Girls and I piled into Bessy and drove off school grounds (ILLEGAL!) and headed out to lunch. We belted out Paula Abdul's "Straight Up" as J spied her mother, (who, by the way, was like a CIA agent, somehow always catching us when we were up to no good) in the rear view mirror.
"Holy Sh*t! That's my mother!" J screamed.
"No!" I spun around in the backseat. And there was J's mother, leaning over the steering wheel of the car behind us, squinting at Bessy.
"I gotta lose her!" J yelled and slammed on the accelerator. Bessy lurched then sped up, if only a bit.
"Turn into the church!" Another Jersey Girl said.
J yanked the steering wheel to the right. All the girls the backseat crashed into each other as Bessy turned hard into the church parking lot.
Honking blared from behind us. J's mother's car was practically attached to Bessy's bumper.
A defeated Bessy rolled to a stop.
"Get back to school!" J's mother yelled.
We shrank in fear.
What kind of wheels did you roll around in when you were in high school?
3 years ago