you really had to be there, but...

[BiBunny]

I have one that I think is rather amusing, but it's almost suppertime, so I don't have the time to type it out at the moment. I'll be back shortly. Keep 'em coming, DVS. I think they're fun!

 

[DVS]

I have one that I think is rather amusing, but it's almost suppertime, so I don't have the time to type it out at the moment. I'll be back shortly. Keep 'em coming, DVS. I think they're fun!

Go for it. That's what this thread is for. I only ask that the stories be true. This is about the irony or life, or the strange way things happen in life, for better or worse.

I've been thinkiing about some sex stories that might have happened to me. Most of mine are just your basic sex stories, but there are a few that might seem funny or strange or even odd to others. I'll think on it a while. No promises, but maybe.

I do have more non-sexual stories, though. They will be posted as I get time to finish and edit them. Come on, everybody! I can't be the only one with such a different outlook on life. Just tell your story as it happened. That's the best way.

 

[Brandii]

I have one of those stories where *you really had to be there* to fully appreciate the story. This actually occurred approx 23 years ago.

My sister and I were holidaying on Daydream Island, which is located on the Great Barrier Reef. While there, we took a day trip out to see the reef and visit some of the surrounding islands.

Now, I think it would be advantagous to point out that having been there (on Daydream Island) on more than one occasion, I had met and developed a crush on a staff musician who would also be on the boat that day. (Just setting the tone)

On the way back to Daydream Island, the crew announced that they were going to lower the boom nets so that the passengers who wanted to could ride alongside in the net if they wished.

I saw the *object of my desire* take his shirt off and proceed to crawl over the edge of the boat and down onto the netting.

My eyes lit up and I had a thought: never a good idea with me when lust is involved.

I thought, "If I go down there with him, I'll not only get to be near him, but maybe he'll really notice me." So, I took off my shorts and t-shirt and climbed over the boat after him.

It was fun. I have always loved water sports. We would have been frollicking for twenty mins or more. Then the captain sounded his horn to tell us all it was time for all passengers in the water to climb up and get back onboard.

One by one they all climbed back onboard the ship. I even watched the object of my affection climb back onboard. I waited until last... then I tried to climb the knotted rope, which was thrown over the side... and found I couldn't.

I struggled, almost getting to the top and suddenly fell back into the water, quickly grabbing the net so I didn't float away. I began laughing because I could see the funny side of this.

By now, the crew could see that they had a problem and the boat came to a complete stop. All the passengers were on the right side of the boat looking down at me (still laughing in the water.)

My sister by this time had had to go sit down as she was laughing so hard she was nearly wetting herself. She told me later she had people coming over to her thinking she was distressed and saying that it would be ok: they would get me back onboard.

I made another attempt to get back up but I was bottom heavy and it made climbing the rope impossible. I did suggest one part to the captain who by now was also looking down at me wondering how to get this *great arsed woman back on his boat* that he just toe me into shore... kind a like a beached whale.

In the end I had three sailors assist me: two to pull me up by my arms and one to push me upwards from below.

The story must have spread through the island like wildfire as people who weren't even on the boat that day were asking me if I was ok now.

My sense of humor has always been the jewel in my crown.

 

[BiBunny]

For those of you who don't know, I've shown Tennessee Walking Horses since I was 11 years old. Several years ago, my big golden champagne gelding, Bubba, and I went to one of the most prestigious one-night shows in the TWH world, in Wartrace, Tennessee. Now, keep in mind, shows in Alabama are small potatoes compared to the Big Time up in Middle Tennessee, and, even at Alabama shows, people like us, with limited means, are considered peons.

Anyway, my father was driving the truck, my trainer at the time was in the front seat navigating, and my mother and I were in the backseat. It's a good six hours from home to Wartrace in a passenger car, and we sort of miscalculated the amount of time it'd take us lugging a horse trailer up I-65. By the time we arrived in Wartrace, it was about 20 minutes before the show began. I was riding in class 3. No biggie, right? We'll just swing right in. Mother can run up to the entry booth and register me for the class, while Daddy and trainer get Bubba off the trailer and tacked up, and I change clothes in the dressing room of the trailer.

Not so much. Before we even got in SIGHT of the arena, we were backed up in traffic. Apparently, the whole of Bedford County, Tennessee, was trying to get into the showgrounds at the SAME DAMN TIME. Traffic was backed up at least a half a mile, if not more. Oh, shit, we think. This is not good. Terrified that we'd driven some 250-300 miles, only to miss the damn class, my mother and I decided that while we were sitting in traffic, she and I should hop into the dressing room of the trailer, so I could change clothes. That way, I'd be dressed when we pulled in, and that'd be one less thing we'd have to take the time to do. Trainer bailed out of the passenger's side to hurry to the entry office and register me. Mother and I hopped in the dressing room, and I start shucking clothes.

Suddenly, we started moving. You couldn't see out of the teeny-tiny window in the dressing room of the horse trailer, so neither Mother nor I knew what the hell was going on. We picked up speed, and I hurriedly got all dressed up in my show clothes. When we stopped, I threw open the door and hopped outside to help get Bubba off the trailer, tacked up, warmed up, and ready to go in the class. I noticed a bunch of stares, but thought nothing of it.

Well, as I helped Daddy get Bubba unloaded and tacked up, he told me what had happened while I was changing clothes. Almost as soon as the door to the dressing room closed with Mother and me safely inside, a Tennessee State Trooper pulled up alongside the truck and asked Daddy what class we were showing in. When Daddy told him I was in class 3, the Trooper said, "Follow me," and swung out in the left lane, lights flashing. Daddy followed along behind him, going the wrong way down the two-lane road and into the showgrounds.

This scraggly band of hicks from Lower Alabama was given an official police escort into the biggest, most important one-night show in the TWH industry while I was half-naked in the dressing room! All those people were staring at me when I hopped out of the trailer because they were trying to figure out who the hell we were to merit such treatment!

I did, in fact, make it into my class in plenty of time. I showed well and had a number of people compliment me on my horse, but, alas, even with VIP treatment, I failed to win a ribbon in a class of 21. We still owe the folks at the Wartrace Horse Show our admission fee because the Trooper didn't stop to pay admission, so Daddy didn't, either.

 

[DVS]

Wow, both of these stories are pretty good. I can picture everybody on the ship standing at rhe railing, looking down at Brandii, while she's laughing so hard, she can't climb the rope.

And, I can also see BiBunny bouncing around in her little dressing room as the trooper zooms them into the showgrounds. And your dad driving past without paying, right behind the trooper, as if he has VIP status.

Both of these stories would be very funny to see. It would be a great picture to see the whole ship looking down at one person in the water, and knowing who that person is. And I bet everybody thought BiBunny was the Gov. of Tennesse or even the U.S. President, as you zoomed into the grounds. Great stories. See? This isn't that difficult.

 

[catalina_francisco]

I have one of those stories where *you really had to be there* to fully appreciate the story. This actually occurred approx 23 years ago.

My sister and I were holidaying on Daydream Island, which is located on the Great Barrier Reef. While there, we took a day trip out to see the reef and visit some of the surrounding islands.

Now, I think it would be advantagous to point out that having been there (on Daydream Island) on more than one occasion, I had met and developed a crush on a staff musician who would also be on the boat that day. (Just setting the tone)

On the way back to Daydream Island, the crew announced that they were going to lower the boom nets so that the passengers who wanted to could ride alongside in the net if they wished.

I saw the *object of my desire* take his shirt off and proceed to crawl over the edge of the boat and down onto the netting.

My eyes lit up and I had a thought: never a good idea with me when lust is involved.

I thought, "If I go down there with him, I'll not only get to be near him, but maybe he'll really notice me." So, I took off my shorts and t-shirt and climbed over the boat after him.

It was fun. I have always loved water sports. We would have been frollicking for twenty mins or more. Then the captain sounded his horn to tell us all it was time for all passengers in the water to climb up and get back onboard.

One by one they all climbed back onboard the ship. I even watched the object of my affection climb back onboard. I waited until last... then I tried to climb the knotted rope, which was thrown over the side... and found I couldn't.

I struggled, almost getting to the top and suddenly fell back into the water, quickly grabbing the net so I didn't float away. I began laughing because I could see the funny side of this.

By now, the crew could see that they had a problem and the boat came to a complete stop. All the passengers were on the right side of the boat looking down at me (still laughing in the water.)

My sister by this time had had to go sit down as she was laughing so hard she was nearly wetting herself. She told me later she had people coming over to her thinking she was distressed and saying that it would be ok: they would get me back onboard.

I made another attempt to get back up but I was bottom heavy and it made climbing the rope impossible. I did suggest one part to the captain who by now was also looking down at me wondering how to get this *great arsed woman back on his boat* that he just toe me into shore... kind a like a beached whale.

In the end I had three sailors assist me: two to pull me up by my arms and one to push me upwards from below.

The story must have spread through the island like wildfire as people who weren't even on the boat that day were asking me if I was ok now.

My sense of humor has always been the jewel in my crown.

LOL, I didn't venture on the boom net, but when we were on the boat, some lost their bottom part of their bikinis while being dragged through the water...made me so pleased I hadn't opted to jump on like all the rest.

Catalina

 

[DVS]

LOL, I didn't venture on the boom net, but when we were on the boat, some lost their bottom part of their bikinis while being dragged through the water...made me so pleased I hadn't opted to jump on like all the rest.

Catalina

Now that would be even more fun to see everyone at the boat's railing watching while someone tried to climb up the rope, without their bikini bottoms. I wonder if this happens a lot, and the crew just doesn't mention it.

 

[FurryFury]

I think these stories are great. Thanks for sharing them. I can't write stories like these.

 

[Blushing Bottom]

Yes he does have a way with words and I'm sure a "way" with many other things as well.

We have talked at length about many things and this man is a gem.

Just saying

I think these stories are great. Thanks for sharing them. I can't write stories like these.

 

[DVS]

Yes he does have a way with words and I'm sure a "way" with many other things as well.

We have talked at length about many things and this man is a gem.

Just saying

Ah, shucks.

The name is not Gem, by the way. It's Bob. Oh...hey maybe it's Gem Bob?

 

[tanijaana]

You know, I WAS going to post my story about how I did such a good job faking a demonic possession that I scared a girl into running away from our foster home, but now I don't think I wanna, hahahahaha. Nah, I'll post it this afternoon when I get back from my trip.

Lisa

 

[tanijaana]

I WILL post my mountain lion story though.

Four years ago, I was camping in an illegal area in Northern Arizona with an Eagle Scout buddy of mine. We had to hike to the site at 3 in the morning in the middle of November, so it was fecking FREEZING!!!

Anywho, next day, we went for a short hike, and found a small gulch about half a mile from the campsite. We found a really rocky trail and slipped/clawed/slid our way to the bottom, taking half the trail with us. We stopped by the creek to pull some water with his purifier and to make some lunch. I was bending over the bank to pick up some pebbles and he froze, staring over my shoulder. He told me "Lisa, don't fucking panic, do NOT panic!"

Now, when a big tough Eagle Scout is telling you not to panic as his eyes are bugging out of his skull and it sounds like he is about to pee his panties, you know something is pretty wrong. I stood up, turned around, and froze a bit myself. About 40 feet away was a mountain lion, drinking out of the creek. My first thought was to look for my camera, and then I remember that I didn't bring the damn thing on the trip.

When the lion saw me, he lowered his head and started slinking towards me, apparently trying to get a closer look. I really didn't care WHAT he was trying to do, because I don't like big animals with sharp teeth getting too close to me. I quietly took off my pack, dug my toes into the ground, and launched myself in the lions direction while screaming as loud as I could. Kitty turned tail and ran back up the trail.

Then my friend and I grabbed our gear and hightailed it in the other direction, all the way back to the campsite.

And to this day, I am still kicking myself for not having a damn camera.

 

[Jezebel77]

The lion story reminded me of this.

My high school began offering a canoe trip to the boundary waters in Canada during the summer (thanks to my hippie chemistry teacher). I ended up going after both my junior and senior years.

The guys were separated from the girls and we formed small groups. The groups were then driven to a take off point and they would paddle and portage from lake to lake over the week, camping each night until we all made it back to base on a specified day. We carried all of our supplies on our backs, we had our tents, our clothes, our food, our campstove and our toilet paper.

One of the things they drilled into our heads was to never EVER have food in your tent. Not even toothpaste.

It was our the last night of the trip, the following morning we had to do the last and longest portage to get to the lake that base camp was on.

I remember this portage well from the previous year. It is long and muddy. Very very muddy. The mud would go from ankle deep to almost knee deep in parts along the trail. Not a fun surprise to suddenly hit the knee deep section when you are carrying a canoe on your shoulders.

The only thing good about the mud was that whatever area of skin it was covering, the mosquitoes didn't land on.

So, we made it to our last campsite of the trip. However, a bear had been spotted near it during past week, so it was decided that we would set out for the muddy portage at 3am. We would not be spending the whole night.

We eat our dinner and sit around talking about how we are looking forward to getting back and having cold drinks, hot showers, actual toilets, seeing the guys and being able to shave our legs. During all of this there are frequent pauses when noises are heard in the trees around us, all of us a bit nervous about the bear.

When its time for bed, the food pack and campstove are taken a good distance from the campsite, covered in a tarp and the pots and pans are set on top.

We are all in our respective tents when we hear the pots and pans go flying. I hear a lot of "What was that???" and "Oh my God!!" coming from the tents around mine. I crawl out with my flashlight and see a couple other girls coming out with flashlights as well.

We decide to go check it out. In my head I am thinking, "We are CRAZY!" but there is no way I'd want to stay in the tent just waiting and listening.

We slowly walked to where the food packs were making as much of a racket as possible yet trying to listen for any bit of noise coming from ahead.

We get there and see the pots and pans strewn all across the ground but the tarp covering the packs appears untouched.

We never knew if something in the pack had shifted causing the pots to tumble off, if it was a raccoon investigating or if it was actually the bear.

I DO know that no one slept at all and we left a bit earlier than 3am.

 

[SubKekiLee]

ok here is my good one ...

About 3 weeks ago this happend to me and let me tell you I am still reeling from this one.

The weekend before 4th of July I had been playing with my D on the phone and had been playing with some of "toys" when he was done I hung up the phone and went downstairs. About 4 hours later I recieved a phone call from a potential buyer of my home , she asked if her and husband could come in and look at the home, well since my house has been for sale for 4 months I was anxious and I said yes.... I never thought to go upstairs and check things out, i politely invited them in and showed them around and took them right upstairs... UGH bad mistake as I noticed out of the corner of my eye a toy laying on the bed I went over non chalantly thinking I could cover it up and hoped that no one saw it, the wife was looking at the master bathroom, I covered it up and acted like nothing had happend and when I turned around the husband had a gleem in his eye and smiled at me and said "It's ok hunny and winked at me" I wanted to shrink into nothing at that moment. It isnt that I am ashamed of it but for someone you do not know to see your innermost secrets are just a little too much... That night when I saw my D he laughed so hard he was like that will teach you a lesson little girl... to clean up after yourself... Guess you had to be there ..

 

[FurryFury]

Yes he does have a way with words and I'm sure a "way" with many other things as well.

We have talked at length about many things and this man is a gem.

Just saying

I knew that and I certainly agree!

 

[DVS]

My high school began offering a canoe trip to the boundary waters in Canada during the summer (thanks to my hippie chemistry teacher). I ended up going after both my junior and senior years.

The guys were separated from the girls and we formed small groups. The groups were then driven to a take off point and they would paddle and portage from lake to lake over the week, camping each night until we all made it back to base on a specified day. We carried all of our supplies on our backs, we had our tents, our clothes, our food, our campstove and our toilet paper.

One of the things they drilled into our heads was to never EVER have food in your tent. Not even toothpaste.

It was our the last night of the trip, the following morning we had to do the last and longest portage to get to the lake that base camp was on.

I remember this portage well from the previous year. It is long and muddy. Very very muddy. The mud would go from ankle deep to almost knee deep in parts along the trail. Not a fun surprise to suddenly hit the knee deep section when you are carrying a canoe on your shoulders.

The only thing good about the mud was that whatever area of skin it was covering, the mosquitoes didn't land on.

So, we made it to our last campsite of the trip. However, a bear had been spotted near it during past week, so it was decided that we would set out for the muddy portage at 3am. We would not be spending the whole night.

We eat our dinner and sit around talking about how we are looking forward to getting back and having cold drinks, hot showers, actual toilets, seeing the guys and being able to shave our legs. During all of this there are frequent pauses when noises are heard in the trees around us, all of us a bit nervous about the bear.

When its time for bed, the food pack and campstove are taken a good distance from the campsite, covered in a tarp and the pots and pans are set on top.

We are all in our respective tents when we hear the pots and pans go flying. I hear a lot of "What was that???" and "Oh my God!!" coming from the tents around mine. I crawl out with my flashlight and see a couple other girls coming out with flashlights as well.

We decide to go check it out. In my head I am thinking, "We are CRAZY!" but there is no way I'd want to stay in the tent just waiting and listening.

We slowly walked to where the food packs were making as much of a racket as possible yet trying to listen for any bit of noise coming from ahead.

We get there and see the pots and pans strewn all across the ground but the tarp covering the packs appears untouched.

We never knew if something in the pack had shifted causing the pots to tumble off, if it was a raccoon investigating or if it was actually the bear.

I DO know that no one slept at all and we left a bit earlier than 3am.

It could have been any number of animals, but it seems when the pots and pans fell, the noise from them scared the animal off. The absence of proof or of seeing whatever it was with your own eyes, your imagination takes over. I'll bet you all picture it as some hidious beast with snarling teeth and claws like long dagers. Oh, but maybe I digress?

Whatever it was, it't still a good story. It's experiences like this that give birth to the campfire horor stories.

 

[DVS]

I WILL post my mountain lion story though.

Four years ago, I was camping in an illegal area in Northern Arizona with an Eagle Scout buddy of mine. We had to hike to the site at 3 in the morning in the middle of November, so it was fecking FREEZING!!!

Anywho, next day, we went for a short hike, and found a small gulch about half a mile from the campsite. We found a really rocky trail and slipped/clawed/slid our way to the bottom, taking half the trail with us. We stopped by the creek to pull some water with his purifier and to make some lunch. I was bending over the bank to pick up some pebbles and he froze, staring over my shoulder. He told me "Lisa, don't fucking panic, do NOT panic!"

Now, when a big tough Eagle Scout is telling you not to panic as his eyes are bugging out of his skull and it sounds like he is about to pee his panties, you know something is pretty wrong. I stood up, turned around, and froze a bit myself. About 40 feet away was a mountain lion, drinking out of the creek. My first thought was to look for my camera, and then I remember that I didn't bring the damn thing on the trip.

When the lion saw me, he lowered his head and started slinking towards me, apparently trying to get a closer look. I really didn't care WHAT he was trying to do, because I don't like big animals with sharp teeth getting too close to me. I quietly took off my pack, dug my toes into the ground, and launched myself in the lions direction while screaming as loud as I could. Kitty turned tail and ran back up the trail.

Then my friend and I grabbed our gear and hightailed it in the other direction, all the way back to the campsite.

And to this day, I am still kicking myself for not having a damn camera.

Sounds like the lion tamer in you took over for a second. You all were down in a gulch? That would make the mountain lion the preditor and you the prey. In situations like this, you just have to be there to feel the adrenilin surging through your veins, I'll bet.

 

[DVS]

About 3 weeks ago this happend to me and let me tell you I am still reeling from this one.

The weekend before 4th of July I had been playing with my D on the phone and had been playing with some of "toys" when he was done I hung up the phone and went downstairs. About 4 hours later I recieved a phone call from a potential buyer of my home , she asked if her and husband could come in and look at the home, well since my house has been for sale for 4 months I was anxious and I said yes.... I never thought to go upstairs and check things out, i politely invited them in and showed them around and took them right upstairs... UGH bad mistake as I noticed out of the corner of my eye a toy laying on the bed I went over non chalantly thinking I could cover it up and hoped that no one saw it, the wife was looking at the master bathroom, I covered it up and acted like nothing had happend and when I turned around the husband had a gleem in his eye and smiled at me and said "It's ok hunny and winked at me" I wanted to shrink into nothing at that moment. It isnt that I am ashamed of it but for someone you do not know to see your innermost secrets are just a little too much... That night when I saw my D he laughed so hard he was like that will teach you a lesson little girl... to clean up after yourself... Guess you had to be there ..

So, did you ever see him whisper to his wife about what he saw, or did she ever wink at you like she knew anything? Oh, and just what was this toy that he saw?

Do they perhaps look like a nice D/s couple? Maybe you'll get a call to play, some day.

 

[tanijaana]

Sounds like the lion tamer in you took over for a second. You all were down in a gulch? That would make the mountain lion the preditor and you the prey. In situations like this, you just have to be there to feel the adrenilin surging through your veins, I'll bet.

Holy crap, I can't believe I missed that! Mountain lions hunt their prey into a closed area! *cracking up laughing* Now I REALLY feel invincible! Heeeeere kitty kitty kitty.....

Lisa

 

[SubKekiLee]

So, did you ever see him whisper to his wife about what he saw, or did she ever wink at you like she knew anything? Oh, and just what was this toy that he saw?

Do they perhaps look like a nice D/s couple? Maybe you'll get a call to play, some day.

No I didnt see him whisper to his wife, but she came back to look at the house a few days later and I spoke to her about it, she told me her husband had a shit eating grin for HOURS after they left. She finally got him to admit what it was he had seen and she thought it was great.. They did look like they might be a good D/s couple shit I wish Id get a phone call.. LOL as for the type of toy.. Hmmmm a nice 7" clear dildo... it is my favorite..

 

[DVS]

No I didnt see him whisper to his wife, but she came back to look at the house a few days later and I spoke to her about it, she told me her husband had a shit eating grin for HOURS after they left. She finally got him to admit what it was he had seen and she thought it was great.. They did look like they might be a good D/s couple shit I wish Id get a phone call.. LOL as for the type of toy.. Hmmmm a nice 7" clear dildo... it is my favorite..

That's an interesting way to meet play partners. It does sound like you made a good impression. LOL.


Does anybody else have an interesting story to tell? Come on...don't be shy.

 

[SubKekiLee]

Imust be on a roll.... Yesterday.. I was playing with my Dom on the phone while I was in my office ( bad idea hahaha) and I had closed my eyes , my hand were wandering I never heard my office door open up and a customer right there hand up my skirt and my dom rolling out laughing on the phone cause id been busted.. sheesh Im batting zip for 1000....

 

[DVS]

Imust be on a roll.... Yesterday.. I was playing with my Dom on the phone while I was in my office ( bad idea hahaha) and I had closed my eyes , my hand were wandering I never heard my office door open up and a customer right there hand up my skirt and my dom rolling out laughing on the phone cause id been busted.. sheesh Im batting zip for 1000....

God. LOL. You really need to keep at least one eye open during times when a door isn't locked or there's a chance someone of the vanilla flavor might join you.

 

[Jezebel77]

Bump for more stories...

 

[DVS]

Hi. I'm back with another true story. I hope you like it.


This story occurred not long after I got the VW fixed, from one of the stories on a previous page. Suffice it to say some problems were not totally fixed, and some were created during the repair process. If you’ve ever had your car wrecked and then repaired, you know what I mean. Not always is it “just like new” when you get it back. It just looks that way.

I was experiencing minor problems with the repairs, but none of them were bad enough to cause a problem. But, there was at least one that required some additional attention, or problems could compound. If you didn’t know, on VW beetles, the trunk is in the front of the car. Don’t ask me why, and Hitler is dead, so we can’t ask him. It did give the car great traction in snow, though.

But, because the repairs were in the front of the car, the trunk lid had to be replaced. And, like I said, it looked very nice, when I went to pick it up at the repair shop. But, I found out it needed a little extra push to latch the second latch of the trunk. Before, you could just slam it down, and the second latch would catch. But, after the repairs, you had to give it an extra little bit of oomph to make that second latch catch. Still, it wasn’t something I couldn’t live with. It just needed an additional step to secure it.

Anyway, my friend from the Count Basie album cover story was with me during this story. We were roommates at the time, to make our expenses cheaper. And, we would always hang out together anyway, so it worked out quite well.

If you remember, I also told you about problems with VWs and the wind. The wind always wins. March is not the best time for a VW owner. This was a day when there were gusts of wind, and those gusts were very much part of the story.

This wasn’t in March, but it was a nice sunny, summer day, and we were driving on an inner city Interstate hi-way. It’s too long ago to remember where we were going and it isn’t important, either. We were just driving along. That was when the Interstate speed limits were still 70 mph in all areas, so we were going at a pretty good clip.

I was telling my friend about the little quarks in the car and how I was learning to deal with them. I was almost up to the part where you have to give the trunk lid that extra oomph, when I happened to notice it move, ever so slightly, in one of those gusts, as we were driving along.

Many things go through your head in a flash, when you see certain things. We all have experienced something similar, I’m sure. Your mind kind of races through the different scenarios of what might have caused what you just saw, as disbelief seems to take over. And, even though you don’t really react to what you see, you think about what could happen if what you saw was really true. The mind is so complex, yet sometimes very slow to react, too.

All of this happens in a very short amount of time, and it is usually enveloped within the adrenaline that is starting to flood through you, as your body seems to understand more than your mind is allowing you to react to. The adrenaline is the catalyst that pushes you into acting, even though you just can’t believe it’s real. Sometimes this happens in an auto accident when everything is in slow motion.

Anyway, I saw the trunk lid move for just a second or so, and I asked my friend if he happened to get into the trunk for any reason, before we left. Of course, he had no idea there was a problem with doing that, because he’d opened the trunk of my car before the repairs. Oh, and yes, he had opened the trunk before we left.

I’d say about one second after he said he had opened the trunk and asked why I asked, the trunk popped open. So, to give you an idea of what was happening...the trunk lid on a VW is curved and it naturally collects any air just like if you were to cup your hand while holding it out of the window while a car is moving. The drag this caused was bad enough, but it also completely obstructed my forward vision.

This was a six-lane hi-way, and we were driving 70 mph. Two things saved us from certain disaster. We had the windows open, and we just happened to be in the inside lane. I stuck my head out my window so I could to see where I was going. And, being in the inside lane, I didn’t have to maneuver though any traffic. I was able to quickly pull over, and bring the car to a stop in the median. Actually, I didn’t need the brakes that much, because that trunk lid was acting a lot like a metal parachute.

Because of the speed and force of the wind drag, the trunk lid had hit and slightly cracked the windshield. But, other than that, there was no real damage. The trunk lid still closed, and it still needed that extra oomph to latch the second latch. So, we just closed the lid and went on down the road.

Maybe you really had to be there, to understand this story, and maybe not. I still wonder if any of the other drivers even saw this happen. Nobody stopped to see if we were OK. Not that they had to, but if I’d seen something like this happen, I’d at least stop to see if the occupants were all right.

Well, on second thought, maybe I wouldn’t. We both got out of the car, so anybody could have seen we were OK. And, of course we were both relieved nothing worse had happened. Then, we sat there in the car for a little bit, laughing about it. Once everything was all over, it was pretty funny. And, I’m sure it must have been a little startling for anybody that might have seen my trunk pop open like that, for no apparent reason.