During Homecoming Week each class in my high school had to build a float for the parade. The night before the game we trailered our float up the the school. About 25 of us caravaned up there in eight or ten cars arriving at about 2:00 in the morning. Two of us had the brilliant idea of driving our cars through the soccer field and doing donuts. It was unbelievable how my dads Buick Century wagon spun in large circles on the moist soccer field. We did this for about 15 minutes as the field was beginning to get pretty rutted and we had a couple of close calls almost hitting each other.

After getting the car back to the parking lot I realized I needed to do a little cleanup on the car. I was pulling large clumps of grass and dirt from the wheel wells. When I was finally done I dropped off my friends, went home, and parked in the driveway. The next day my father see the car and asks me, “Where are you driving that car? I know it’s not on the road.” When I went out to the driveway I saw what he meant. The car looked like it had been driven through a mud pit. There were lumps of grass and dirt falling from under the car and laying in the driveway. I stood there with a straight face and said I did not know how it happened. I guess he was happy there were no dents in the thing.

Here is a picture of a 1976 Buick Century Wagon in the same lovely mustard yellow ours was.