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Last night we decide to go to a wedding. 5 guys packed into Jay's elderly car, and off we went. On the way there it stalled on the highway a buncha times. Jay (with the help of his backseat drivers) figured that if he kept a foot on the gas and when he wanted to avoid speeding up put the car in neutral, we would be ok. We made it there ok.
The wedding was beautiful, the band awesome, the food delicious, and the drinks flowing. But I am proud to say, I was sober for the first wedding in a couple of years. (although this wasnt entirely by choice, someone drank my drinks, and I only had about 6 shots before then.) So I enjoyed the food and dancing instead. It was very nice.
So now we're heading back, Jay was way too gone to drive, and we had one guy who made sure not to drink at all. We couldnt have been going for more then a couple of minutes when we stalled. This sober guy had no clue how to do the neutral thing, so we couldnt go a block without stalling. So we let Jay take the wheel, he may be drunk but at least he could pull off the neutral thing. (the only other guy with stalling experience had just as much, or more to drink then he did) So we're going for a while and the engine decided it had enough and kaplooie, that was it. It wasnt gonna start again. So first thing we do is pop the hood. (mechanic of the group decided it was the alternator already, but it looks cool to pop the hood and lean over the engine with your sleeves rolled up) First person we call is chaveirim. (no, not a not prank call to pizza hut and see if theyll deliver to our location, that was second.) To entertain myself while we waited for chaverim, I started doing cartwheels back and forth across the intersection, whenever the light was red. Seeing the other rmotorists faces, It was as if theyd never seen someone cartwheel across a street at 2 am. After getting tired of that we decided to split up, some guys would stay with the car and some would jog around, exploring the wonderful neighborhood we happened to break down in.
To make a rather boring story a little more bearable, when we came back to the car ,chaveirim was already there. (the first non chasidish chaver that I'd ever seen) He helped us start the engine and advised us to do the netral thing. We thanked him, and he even followed us to make sure we were all right. The problem was as we approached the tollbooth. "Jay, dont get nervous, but we are approaching a toll booth. Its swarming with cops and if you stall they'll come over and smell the alcohol on your breath. Just keep calm and on the gas." Instructed the guy with the experience. "oh, I just remembered" said Jay, "I left my license in my other pants". "great, now we have DWI, and no license, I wonder what the fine for that is" anyway we made it without incident, although we breezed by inches from the cops curious nose. Thank g-d it didnt stall too many more times till we got pulled into the driveway. But we made it.