Originally Posted by mojoracing
My formal training consisted of stealing the keys to my parents winnebago when they left the house for a few hours. It was 1976 and I was 11 years old. I still remember the parents faces in the neighborhood when I came barreling down their streets, going way too fast taking off low hanging tree branches and knocking off marker lights on the front of the Winnie! Im not sure if they saw me and the look on their face was them trying to figure out my age or just pure shock! I drove that thing around for hours until parking it back in its spot, parallel mind you on a chicago city street just before my parents pulled back in. They asked what I was doing in the RV and I told them I was listening to the radio. They never found out until I told them many year later.............,,
LOL. ..... and none of those shocked and horrified neighbor parents thought to inform your parents or the police as an obvious kid roared around the neighborhood for an hour or more. Surely they were able to recognize a motorhome that had been routinely parked right on the neighborhood streets!! And I guess your own parents never even noticed the paint scratches from the broken tree branches, or the shattered marker lights.
I'm no expert on how things worked in Chicago in the mid 70s, but on duty in the AF in the 70s the term "no $#*t story" would have been floating around.
+1 on the no more oversight. 👍
John & Diane, fulltiming since '12 02 DS, FL, Cat, '04 Element NHSO RVM103