Dad has put thousands of dollars into restoring his 83 El Camino, only for it to be almost be destroyed today. And I don't mean that lightly. We're talking drive-through-a-house destroyed. His throttle got stuck and with both his feet and all his weight on the brakes he couldn't get the thing to stop before plowing sideways into a yard and nearly into a house (damaging two rims and flattening two tires in the process). And if that weren't bad enough, the homeowner took offense to the yard-thrashing and challenged my dad, who was very apologetic, to a fight over the ordeal. Cops were called, witnesses joined in, what a mess.
In the end, the police sided with my dad and had to calm down the yard guard. It cost my dad a whole lot more to replace his rims and tires than it will for the yard to be fixed, so, like, chill dude. Not like dad did it on purpose or something. Heck, he loves that car so much
ITS life passed before his eyes as he approached that house.
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