The misadventure of the drive-through tree
Yeah. It looks like a swell time, to be fair.
Northern California is filled with bizarre little spots like this, as is most of the US. A mystery spot here, a big hole there, a massive tree that you just need to pay five bucks to try to drive a camper van through...you can see where this is going.
I thought it best to throw caution to the wind and take the bastard at speed, that way if it was a tight fit we would have a better shot at tearing through.
I mean, it looks to me like a VW camper van could pass through that hole.
Cars. No problem.
The guy at the gate says that the top of the tree-hole thing is 6'9". I frantically tear through out the glove box to find that the height of the camper van is somewhere around 6'8". Golden. Mega-golden.
Not so much. Like a camel through the eye of a needle or however that biblical passage goes. Someone was full of shit on their height estimates. The fact that the van barely fit through width-wise was our own fault, we just didn't take it into account and nearly took the side mirrors clean-off the thing.
No worries, it's a rental. So, the roof of the van makes the most terrible screeching sound as the tree takes off a fair amount of fiberglass from the roof, and a small group of tourists look on in horror. Miraculously we pop out the other side. There is a little cheer from the gift shop.
When we returned the van no one thought to check the roof. I mean, it's not like we were going to try to drive the thing through a tree or anything. Unscathed.
Northern California is filled with bizarre little spots like this, as is most of the US. A mystery spot here, a big hole there, a massive tree that you just need to pay five bucks to try to drive a camper van through...you can see where this is going.
I thought it best to throw caution to the wind and take the bastard at speed, that way if it was a tight fit we would have a better shot at tearing through.
I mean, it looks to me like a VW camper van could pass through that hole.
Cars. No problem.
The guy at the gate says that the top of the tree-hole thing is 6'9". I frantically tear through out the glove box to find that the height of the camper van is somewhere around 6'8". Golden. Mega-golden.
Not so much. Like a camel through the eye of a needle or however that biblical passage goes. Someone was full of shit on their height estimates. The fact that the van barely fit through width-wise was our own fault, we just didn't take it into account and nearly took the side mirrors clean-off the thing.
No worries, it's a rental. So, the roof of the van makes the most terrible screeching sound as the tree takes off a fair amount of fiberglass from the roof, and a small group of tourists look on in horror. Miraculously we pop out the other side. There is a little cheer from the gift shop.
When we returned the van no one thought to check the roof. I mean, it's not like we were going to try to drive the thing through a tree or anything. Unscathed.
posted by L at Sunday, June 11, 2006
2 Comments:
C'mon dude. Don't post things that are so hilarious that everyone here at work is wondering why I'm laughing out of control.
Reminds me of the time I fucked the olsen twins.
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