Mach1 and the Phone Call

   This year I’ve been invited to go with Pam and all her family to the World’s largest Tri-State-Gas Engine and Tractor Show in Portland Indiana


   I went up a few days early to hang out with Pam and go shopping a bit. (NOT Wal-Mart she complained daily when John and I wanted to go to Wal-Mart.)



    The first night, she talked son # 3 into coming over to let me ride in his ultra fast street legal race car. I asked if I needed a helmet… 

    No!

    Mach1 , 480 Horsepower engine, 6 speed, rev matching transmission, Posi-traction rear-end. I buckled in and off we flew, G forces pressed me back in my seat as we zipped past cornfields in a blur.  I drove it. This car wants to kill you!!!


We made it safely back to the house. I heard a text come into my phone, I ignored it, thinking it is an extended family group text I'm in, and it is rarely anything for me. it went off again. By now we are playing a card game with Pam, her sister, John and son #3.
Now my phone rings, it is my son's ring tone. I answer it.

"MOM WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Me: Playing a game.


  “MOM  WHY WERE YOU GOING OVER 100 MILES AN HOUR!?!”


   My son put a tracker on my phone. Like I need tracked...Something is really wrong with this picture…


(He called me when I took a friend to the hospital, he didn't think that was a bit funny but I did.)


I tried to sneak in to surprise him... he called, "Mom what are you doing?"



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