Lucky Night in Hell

By Gary Steven combs

Storys about happenings in my life.hard to believe .but they realy were lived thru by me..

i cannot remember the  cronologal order but so what.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lefty bong
• Release date: Jan 19, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224121151

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Pappys driving school

Learning to drive the hard way..

Fun right?. Not !.

Where to start. OK Satus Pass hwy 97 coming out of the Yakima valley headed south to the Columbia river.

Back In the day a two lane road or narrower ,With the  satus creek running

along the east side..

We were heading up to Mount Adams orchard to our cabin. It was early winter snow on the ground road clear except in the shaded areas.

Papy was drunk on wine driving the old 54 dodge. He was not in a good mood. He started driving over on the left side of the road. Running people off the road. They would pull over rather than hit us. My brothers and I were not enjoying the ride.

A  loaded logging truck was coming towards us and we were pleading with pop to move back.over to the right side of the road.

The driver was looking intently at us. He knew if he hit us we were all dead but he would probably survive.

Dad was hollering come on chicken shit come get some.

Us boys were screaming and crying and waving our hands ..

He saw us slammed on the air brakes and pulled over off the road.

No cell phones these days. Somebody got to Toppenish, the nearest town and called the state police.

. Meanwhile papy had a few more drinks. And said you drive son. I was ten years old.

He climbed into the back seat and passed out,  thank god.

Now we put our coats under my ass and I sat up and looked through the top of the steering wheel over the dash. My little brothers sat up on their knees.

Away we went.

We were just getting into the mountains .

We saw the big Ford  cruiser coming and he was only hitting the high spots on the road. 100 miles an hour +. My guess.

Now I was driving perfectly, right at 50 mph about a foot from the center Line when there was one...

He came up behind us so fast that when he reached down to put on his smokey the bear hat like he was required to do when he got out of the car.

He damn near hit us he slammed on the brakes and fish tailed came to a stop about a foot from our car.

He sat up looking intently at us. Probably thinking this can't be the one. He started to pull around us but then must have thought no can't be another old beat up brown  dodge out here.

He followed us for a while then no red lights no siren just on his loudspeaker he said please pull over at the next wide spot sir.

I drove on for a while then found a spot pulled over.

He came walking up slowly as he had no reason to stop us. The license plate was covered with dirt.and mud..

When he got up beside the car he saw pappy passed out in the backseat wine bottles everywhere.

Aha he figured it out.

I had rolled down the window

He looked at me funny and said can I see your licence sir.

Silly stater I thought. I'm only ten years old. Sir, they won't give me a license, I said.

Why are you driving he says. I gave him the story. Well dad was driving but he's shell shocked from war and he gets real nervous. And we do too, I thought.

At that point he hollered at pappy that didn't work. so my brothers shook him till he came to.

He gave us a dirty look we had just done a no no.

Then he saw the stater. What do you want he says.

No licence no papers on the car no I. D. The stater was dumbfounded, cool now he understood us.

He gave Pappy a ticket, actually two he ran out of room on the first one.

I don't remember it all. drunk in and about a vehicle  allowing a minor to drive,, no lic no registration endangerment. Ect. Ect.

I'm sure he would have hauled papy in but they didn't screw much with kids in the old days.

I said sir we are going to our cabin up on the side of Mt Adams we can't stay here we'll freeze to death.

He said yes I understand, police back in those days were mostly good.

I said well sir do you want dad to drive. He looked at me like I had insulted his mother.

He said hell no son you drive. Please.

Well we had permission from the only authority aruond for 100 miles.

He followed us for a bit then turned around and left.

We got to our cabin just before dark.

We had several more encounters  with the authorities. Later dude.

Chapter 02

CALIFORNIA KIDDY JAIL..

Now I was drunk as could be and not liking being manhandled. It took all the staff to undress me and shoot me with the water hose and throw me in the cell.

They threw m ein a cell with a big overweight boy in for destruction of private property, a heinous crime for sure.

He said the bottom bunk was his.

We disagreed. A few minutes later he was beating on the door begging for the guard they found him a new cell.

Next morning the kiddy jail boss came to my cell with the three big day guards. He should have brought more men!.

Just kidding

I had made my bunk bed, cleaned up and was standing at parade rest.

He looked surprised ,He said, I hear you were giving my men a hard time last night, young man.

I said sorry about that sir. I was a little fckd up.

He told the guards to