22 Holes! – In One Tire?

Speaking of flat tires (see yesterday’s post, Mashburn! Get Back Here!). Yeppers, I accomplished the feat–22 holes in one tire–in 1966, when I was 16. The record has no doubt been eclipsed, but I have to think I held onto it for a few years. I won’t go into the details as to how I accomplished it, because I’d have to change a name to protect the innocent, and the rest of the story is where the funny part is anyway.

I told you about my Austin Healey Sprite, and the thing was, my dad loved to drive the little car. He had a practically new, 1965 Chevy El Camino, so I didn’t argue if he wanted to trade vehicles on occasion. We’d sometimes trade for weeks at a time. His only complaint was that when I’d give him back the El Camino, it would about blast him out of the seat when he started it. Something about that “yeah, yeah, rock and roll crap on the radio.”

Whatever!

So, one Monday morning, I go out to the El Camino and right there on the driver’s side I notice a very flat tire. I resigned myself to being late for my first class then changed the tire and headed for town. I dropped the tire off at one of the local gas stations (they fixed tires back then) and told the guy working there I’d pick it up after school.

When lunch time rolled around, I called the gas station and asked if they’d repaired the tire. The guy said, “Nope. We couldn’t fix that tire. It had 22 holes in it.”

“What?” I said. I’d have to buy a new tire!

“Yep,” he said. “It appears you run over a cactus.”

I blushed—no one to see it—thinking, yes, that was very possible, as I’d been out in the desert the day before. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll be by to pick it up after school.” I swallowed hard, not wanting to hear the answer to the question I was about to ask. “How much will the new tire cost me?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” he says. I’m not sure but I think he was probably grinning as he added, “I already called your dad, and he said he’d take care of it after work.”

I might have fainted; I know things got dark, and I can’t account for several missing minutes that followed his words.

I finally managed to squeak out, “Thanks…  a lot.” (Part two of two can be read now by clicking here —> 22 Holes! And One Big Dent )

5 Comments »

  1. Humorous piece! I like 🙂

  2. Sherry Mashburn said

    22 holes?! Wow! How did you ever make it back home?

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