They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for. ~Tom Bodett
If you’ve been following along with my single most memorable and scary night, in Pittsburgh, as a teenager, you might be saying to yourself, Really? Pittsburgh – A Night Out in the Big City! Vol. 1, Pittsburgh- Night Out in the Big City! Vol. 2, Pittsburgh – Night Out in the Big City! Vol. 3 All true! To recap, I took my car into Pittsburgh when I wasn’t allowed, it broke down, I accepted a ride from a homeless man living in his car, who hit a transvestite. Then, I accepted a ride from a drunk man before the police showed up. Eventually, with a little help from my metal beret, we got the car working and headed east, back home. Now the car just died again alongside a very dark highway. The reason? The possibility of running out of gas was mentioned. Can you believe all this happened in one night?
Now a group of teenagers were sitting alongside a highway, in the dark, without a clue to the closest gas station, if that indeed was the reasoning for the most recent issue. Again, everyone got out of Black Beauty to get some fresh night air. Plus, I think it made everyone feel like they were helping. Would you believe during this entire ordeal, no one was mad at me, or seemed upset in the slightest? Nope, everyone rolled with it and tired to help when possible. Granted at this point, we’re all a bit tied and frustrated, but no one pointed fingers and blamed me. Now that’s a group of friends!
Just then, headlights approached us and parked directly behind my car. What now? Believe it or not, I remember thinking to myself something along the lines of, Let me guess, an axe murderer, or a serial killer to polish off the night? I knew once we found our way, and got the car in forward motion, I was tempting fate too much.
Again, not knowing what lurked behind those headlights and not wanting anyone to get hurt, I approached our third stranger of the night. However, this one didn’t seem to have any issues. I can’t even remember if it was a guy or a gal, but my vote is with the earlier. Our nice stranger was a single person that didn’t appear to be drinking, drove a modern car, no beater, dressed casually, and seemed, well, normal! Can you say Ted Bundy? Yikes! I thought we were all dead meat.
And yes, on a side note, I knew exactly who Ted Bundy was and what he did. For some reason, I was fascinated by that crazy man and followed his case on television, even staying home from school (it was a Tuesday) to watch his execution. No joke! I still remember watching the spokesperson announce his death. Personally, I thought I was going to be able to literally watch him die. I was wrong, and I’m glad for it.
Admittedly, my newest stranger was very nice, and offered assistance, without monetary compensation. For a second time, our group pushed this huge and very heavy car. My guardian angel must have been still hanging by my side, because the car died at the top of a ramp, leading to a gas station, according to our stranger. That’s double convenient, near a gas station and it was downhill! As soon as we moved the car in a little downward motion, we piled back in and was able to coast it, right into the gas station by the pump! Can you believe our luck? My car was so old, it was before the days of anti-lock breaks. I was able to steer it, while the engine was off. Honestly, it seemed too easy of a solution. Keep in mind, we really didn’t know if our problem was due to a low fuel tank.
Assuming we were out of gas, I pumped fuel while the nice stranger remained in his vehicle waiting for us. He never hovered, and made sure he kept his distance. I paid no mind and felt at ease with this guy, who was probably in his late thirties, early forties. It also helped, that we were in a very well lit gas station, with a few people coming and going, on a familiar road. Once I put plenty of gas in the car, it was the moment of truth. Would it start?
I got in, turned over the ignition and it roared to life! Can you believe we ran out of gas? I can!
Our nice stranger checked in one last time to make sure we were okay. After our small celebration, we ensured our stranger we’d be fine. Without accepting my monetary compensation, or my offer to fuel up his car, and without haste, he disappeared into the night, as quietly and stealthy as he appeared. Literally, it was like he just appeared, and disappeared as quickly. That was a very odd experience, and that’s saying something considering everything that happened, including seeing a transvestite and hitting him/her with the car.
A little gas did the trick, and the engine was purring. We continued on our path, increasing the distance from us and our awful night. The further from Pittsburgh we drove, the closer to Latrobe we came. Unfortunately, the closer to home, the more frequently the cord would break, forcing us to get out and adjust it again, and again, and again.
Finally, by sunrise, we made it to Vanessa’s house! No one was happier than I! Believe it or not, as I pulled into her driveway, the car died one last time. I left it exactly where it stopped, right in the middle. No one cared. We were exhausted. Slowly, filing out of Black Beauty, everyone swarmed into her living room to feel the comforts of a true safe haven. Without much conversation and teenage behavior, we crashed, hard.
Once semi-rested, I called my dad to let him know the car died in Vanessa’s driveway. He came out, did what I did all night only with electrical tape, and followed me home, where I pulled Black Beauty directly in the garage. Evidently, it was the ground cord connected to the alternator that was old and rotted. Dad changed it without haste, and I was back in business within an hour. That easy? Yes!
On a side note, dad asked me why there was wax throughout the engine. I explained we didn’t have a flashlight, but we had candles. He accepted my explaination without asking anymore questions. My guess? He didn’t want to know. The car was fine, I was home, life was good.
Did I make very stupid decisions? Yes I did, but we also tried to be the safest with our stupid decisions. After that night, I realized I have a guardian angel, or a flock of them. They were definitely working in overtime. My prayers were answered and no one got hurt or in trouble. Trouble? Yes, I was worried about getting in trouble, instead about being abducted or killed or both. Don’t get me wrong, I worried about those things, but remember, I was a teenager with a strict dad. So yes, getting busted equaled kidnapping or death. Did that adventure open my eyes to a world I never knew existed? Yes, but one I wasn’t ready to accept or experience ever again.
Was my night over? Not really. By Monday, I had to return to band camp. I was in the colorguard. Did I mention, I left halfway through the day that Friday for the concert, without permission, and without telling anyone. Why? I thought no one would notice I was gone. Well, they did. When I came back, and I made eye contact with my band director, Mr. Hamill, I knew my agony wasn’t over. He requested my presence in his office, with the door shut. That’s never a good sign! I got an earful. I didn’t say much, knowing I was clearly in the wrong. If he actually had a clue of what I went through that night, he would’ve realized that was punishment enough. I didn’t care, I was happy to be back in safe old Latrobe, doing my thing.
I hope Kyle makes better decisions than I’ve done, especially during his teenage years. Although, he tends to favor my sister, and not live on the edge. He’s certainly no risk taker, and still continues to play by the rules, at least at this point in his life, very unlike myself. He’s a smart kid, and I believe in the foundation I was apart of building.
Was the stress of the night and potential danger worth the story? You tell me…