memories

For some unknown reason(maybe a brain meltdown), but I remebered this quite funny scene. OK. Here we go. My older brother and I were late for mass. We just gotten into our church clothes, running out the door, man! we just missed Mom and other brothers. We run into the silver volvo (210,000 miles?), jump in, doesn't start. After a couple tries, we get out and run and get into the red corolla(145,000 miles?), gives a rumble and doesn't start. Big trouble, we run into the next car on the sidewalk, blue volvo (185,000 miles?), rumble, roar, we take off. We were lucky, cause that was the last car there. Man, those were the days. Must have been about a year or so ago.