There’s nowhere to hide in a Frito Lay truck

Since Friday Flashback seems to have fizzled the last few weeks I’ve decided to come up with my own topic; joyriding (as my stepmom called it). Remember Bob? Well Bob had a younger brother named Jim. Jim was a year ahead of me in school. After Bob and I started dating, Jim and I became friends.

One day my (ex) friend, Rachel, and I were on a walk through the neighborhood when Jim drove by in his Nova. He and his friend asked us if we wanted to go for a ride. Being fifteen we jumped at the chance. A boy with a car just asked us to go for a ride. Like duh! Of course we were all for it.

We headed out to the country roads that wrapped around the cornfields near our house (cause we lived on the edge of town). We were flying down the gravel roads and doing donuts in the intersections.

I think you see where this is going.

We ended up in a ditch. Stuck. No amount of boy power could get us out.

So we got out of the car and hiked to the nearest house to use their phone (no cell phones back in those days). Jim’s friend called his dad to come get us.

Here’s where it gets crazy.

Jim’s friend’s (whose name I can’t seem to remember) dad worked for Frito Lay. And he drove one of those little trucks that held snacks in the back, only had one seat up front and had no doors. Plus it screamed Frito Lay all over it with the big logo and pictures of all the snacks. Now that’s styling.

So his dad came to get us from the country and drove us home. We all piled in on top of each. We had to stand up (since there was no seats) and tried to find anything we could to hang on to. It’s bumpy in the country so we kept knocking in to each other. At one point we almost lost Jim out the non-existent door.

When a Frito Lay truck drops you off in your driveway it’s a little difficult to lie about where you were. “I swear mom. We were just out for a walk. I never left the neighborhood.”

Actually my stepmom saw me get in to Jim’s car in the first place. But again, no cell phones so she couldn’t call to yell at me. But when I got home I sure got an earful.

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