Francine Part 2 — Meet the Parents

After a brief scuffle over who 'got' to drive the new vehicle home, we decided to make Nick do it, since he was the one who paid for it (initially) and to keep my butt out of trouble. To everyone's astonishment, we made the trip home without a hitch (...literally). In fact, we estimated that the brown-mutton-mobile hit 80mph!

Speeding on a public freeway with an unlicensed, uninsured, and questionably street legal, and just plain hideous vehicle is generally not encouraged, but we had to try, right?

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Meet the Parents

Later that afternoon, our families got the pleasure of meeting the new truck. Accompanied by the persistent laughing was the itching question of 'Why??' Having done our damage for the day, we all went home, or played games over at Nick's house, or something.

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The Dancing Incident

The next day we decided to check prices for spraypaint to brighten up Francine's image. So we headed to the local GI Joe's and stared at the shelves until someone noticed us. Some guy tried to help us until he realized that we had no intention of using a spray-gun or any sort of decent paint job. On the way back to Nick's house I was flipping through the radio stations, trying to find something of interest. I came across the ending of the song 'Teenage Wasteland' (Baba O'Riley) by The Who. Stopped at a traffic light, I ... moved ... to the music on the radio while Nick and Brad tried to ignore me as the three of us sat in two seats. Some teenagers with their thumping music rolled up next to us. Yeah, they stared. After a good 45 seconds - 1 minute of this, the light finally turned green and the cars started to move. Well, as soon as they could, the teenagers in the Explorer high-tailed it out of there and gave us (me) the finger. Ah, well. Having completed my immature act for the day we went home.