Chasing down “The Germ”
Ok, so my wife has been bugging me that I “abandoned” my blog and needed to post a new story. I guess that I haven’t been in much of a story telling mood lately, but I thought of a fun story from when I was in high school.
One Friday night, I was out with some friends. As curfews were drawing close, I started driving a few friends home. My best friend and I (I will call him G) dropped off a friend on the South Hill area of Spokane and then headed north to drop him off in Mead.
We pulled up to a stop light and looked over at the car next to us. It was Mr. H, a teacher and the dean of students at our high school. Mr. H had been our teacher, my basketball coach, and ASB (student government) advisor. He also had lectured me a few times on my fast driving, and rightfully so.
Mr. H drove an old Honda Civic that he called “The Germ” and it was legendary at our school. He would try to drive from basketball practice only using his brakes a certain number of times. If he was running out of his allotted times to brake, he would even run into a snow drift to stop himself.
We were actually surprised to see him out and about that late on the weekend and wondered what he was doing. Mr. H looked at G and I and gave us a look like we had caught him doing something wrong. The light turned green and he took a sharp turn and sped off. G hollered “FOLLOW HIM” and I took off as fast as my trusty 74 Chevelle would go.
The next 15 minutes were some of the craziest driving that I have ever done, including driving in Paris and in Slovakia (more on that driving in a later post). To my credit, I stayed with Mr. H in spite of the driving maneuvers that he tried.
After the crazy chase, Mr. H turned down a residential side street and we thought that we had lost him. We were sure he couldn’t have made it to the next intersection, so we slowly drove up the street. Finally, we spotted The Germ parked in someones driveway. G and I looked at each other and decided to slowly approach the car. We didn’t see anyone until we got right up to the windows and there was Mr. H hunched over.
When he saw us, he jumped out and started laughing. He didn’t give any explanation, but made us promise not to tell anyone what had taken place. We agreed (which I guess I am now breaking that agreement) and headed back to my car. I took G home and we were still a bit thrown off by what had taken place. We figured that no one would probably believe us, so we didn’t really tell many people.
Someday, I will run into Mr. H and I am sure that we will have a great laugh about this memorable night of driving.