One time when I was attending the AADA, it was raining, and I did not have an umbrella, and all of the stores were sold out of umbrellas, so everyone told me about an umbrella man who walked the streets with a cart selling umbrellas. I went driving around looking for the umbrella man, and I finally found him, and I was running late so I was in a hurry, and I hit the brakes and spun around to where he was with his cart, and for some reason I scared him, and he left his cart there and he took off running. I had to chase him down and tell him that he was safe, and that I just wanted to buy an umbrella. He might have been frightened by my old pickup, I had a 1960 Ford F-250, with a Chevy 350 engine in it, with a 400 turbo trans with a shift kit, it jumped when it shifted gears, and I had big tires on the back, with chrome wheels, and it was black with lots of chrome. It was a cool truck. Anyhow, finally I convinced him that he was safe, and I bought an umbrella, it turned out to be a nice umbrella and it was only five dollars.
Just a little story about a rainy day in the past.
Salute,
Tony V.
