Your blown out van window brought back a memory.
Here is another one, about as good as drilling a hole thru a window pane.
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I know this goes completely off topic, but I promise- no more stories after this.. I Promise ! !
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A few summers ago we were working on a project out in the deserts of Nevada- Nellis Air Force Base to be exact- where the summer heat makes its the nearest thing to this side of Hell.
The day time temperatures can easily reach above 110; its the kind of heat that destroys a vehicle's tires driving on asphalt so hot that it can fry things.
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My engineering pardner and I need to traverse a part of the Base used for aircraft live fire exercises- and anyone with experience on these test ranges know those super sonic jets can come streaking out of nowhere-- often just skimming the earth-- scaring the BeeJeezus out of us !
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That day, however, we had all our clearances and assurances that we were not venturing into something 4th of July, .... part of that safety protocol being a radio to the Range Control.
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Neither of us had ever given much thought to the big spare tire mounted along the inside portion of the vehicle's rear compartment. Perhaps we should have.........
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..........While driving, windows closed, air conditioner blasting... right out into the middle of the gunnery range.... all of a sudden there was deafening "Ka-BLAMM"
My ears popped, all I could hear was a loud buzz... the back tailgate window was blown out, having disappeared into a million little pieces of glass that were flying everywhere. My friend gave out a scream, then a curse- as she instantly pulled the vehicle over to the side of the road and down into a deep ditch....
"They're shooting at us !! " she shouted
On the radio "Tell them not to shoot at the white ute !!" I yelled
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(we were being "very vocal," to put it politely.)
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"Ma'm, there is no activity out in that sector now, no one is firing at you"
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Well, you guess'd it-- that spare tire had blown out from the heat.. taking out the rear window, our hearing and most of all, our dignity. We decide that was enuff for the day and head'd back for something stronger than the warm Cokes we'd brought along.
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The kind people at the Base didn't let us live that down for the rest of our summer's project. At its completion, in those fun ceremonies that mark the end of a 'mission (I truly love this about the military
)... we were each presented with a 'medal,' made in a machine shop ... upon them etch'd "for bravery under fire"-- dangling from their ribbons, each were in the shape of tires....
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Lauri
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