Towing the old-fashioned way is only fun if you are ten years old and hide a slingshot somewhere on your body. GG bounced the lead van. I kept braking. It wasn’t pretty even with Fun sticking his head out the passenger side of the lead van giving the “Way-2-GO-Mom” sign. After the fourth turn, on the main stretch home, GG accelerated a little too fast, one…last…time and in keeping with Murphy’s Law, the towing chain snapped.
We are talking one HONKING BIG FAT SUCKER of a chain fly back and narrowly miss my surprised face through Violinist’s windshield. I did not see my life pass before my eyes. There wasn’t enough time. However, GG, if he was in any way the least intuitive, which he isn’t (he’s linear) should have seen his life pass before him. (......to be continued.)