posted on Nov, 4 2015 @ 04:01 PM
I was just reminded of this old story of mine from way back in the hippie 60s by another post in another thread where the member suggested following
the White Rabbit. Rather than muck up that intro thread with this, I am just putting this tale out there for anyone who might find it amusing.
In 1970 me and Bruce were headed to Chicago from our pad in the East Bay of SF. We had an old Chevy pickup and stopped at University Ave in Berkeley
to pick up some hitch hikers. Well, in those days that spot in town was the mecca for hippies hitching rides everywhere so we had our pick of
We picked up 5 who were headed East and with three of us in the cab and the other 4 in the back we headed out.
As we crossed out of Nevada and into the Great Salt Lake Desert, I was driving and for a moment felt like the old truck was wobbling a bit. I let it
Then about 10 minutes later I thought I felt it again and asked Bruce if he had felt anything and he said no. I thought that maybe I was getting a
little woozy so I told him I was going to pull over and let him drive for a while. As I slowed from 75 to 65 and on down to 25 to pull off the highway
I felt the wobble again and as we pulled up to a halt on the side of the road and stopped, the right front wheel hub finished cracking and the wheel
fell off. Had we been traveling at 75 mph we all would have been dead.
As we put on the spare, and were ready to take off again, we found a toy stuffed white rabbit laying on the side of the road, and as the song by
Jefferson Airplane was still hip among our crowd at the time we picked it up and skewered it with the radio antenna and called it our good luck
Miles later as we neared Salt Lake City we were cruising again at around 75 when the rabbit flew off the antenna and I decided to pull over, go back
and get it again. As we slowed from our fast pace down to about 15 mph, outta nowhere the left front tire blew out causing the truck to swerve
dramatically. Had we been driving at our normal rate of speed there is a good chance we all would have been dead again. So we picked up the rabbit and
put it back on the antenna and the rest of the trip continued with no concerns.
Two years later I was back in California and had made a trip up to Yosemite Valley with a gal I knew. We had spent the week camping and were headed
home again. We had a full size mattress in the back for sleeping and as we pulled out of the valley, we picked up to hitch hikers who were headed out
also. They hopped in the back with our gear and their gear an off we went. About an hour later we were cruising along when all of a sudden the white
rabbit flew off the antenna so once again I slowed down and pulled off to pick it up. As I got out of the truck and passed the bed I found that the
two hippies had lit a joint and that a spark had landed among the luggage and bags at the back of the bed and the whole thing had caught on fire. Had
I driven for another minute or two that whole kit and caboodle would have gone up in flame, but as I caught it in time only a couple pieces of luggage
were ruined along with the mattress. Put out the fire and retrieved the rabbit.
Finally about a year later, the old rabbit was torn and shredding so we removed it, dug a hole and gave it a proper burial.
Just sharing here on a cool afternoon while taking a break from splitting wood for the winter. I had not thought of these events for a decade or two
so thanks for reading should you have gotten around to it. NOW, back the the wood.