As we approached Thrill Hill, we braced our legs against each other and firmly planted our bare feet in the bed of the Chevy. Gripping the side, the truck felt hot against my cramped knuckles.
“Faster, faster!” we giggled.
Although Uncle Woody drove with his windows down, he couldn’t hear through the wind.
There was no reason for such a steep hill to exist in the asphalt. Jutting up in the flat Delta, it was the only hill in a county surrounded by miles of cotton and soybean fields. I was certain it must have been an Indian burial mound. No one ever confirmed my suspicion.
I counted telephone poles stringing along the ditch bank and anticipated the sensation without watching the road ahead.
Uncle Woody’s truck rattled louder the closer we got.
Side by side we perched inside a windstorm of whipping hair and teary eyes.
As the truck soared over the top, we sailed airborne. My stomach flip-flopped with a falling sensation as the truck bounced on the other side.
“Do it again, Uncle Woody!” we begged.
We did it again.
And again.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Musical Pairing:
Blueberry Hill – Fats Domino
I think we all said ” Do it again”. We drive that way to check out the farm nowadays. Thrill Hill gets me every time.
O’what little things make me smile and bring back so many memories of Daddy driving us all to the real hills of Ravenden Springs.
Yes, the “real hills” are the best!
that’s good stuff right there, I wonder if the new generation has memories of Nintendo ds games!
Good question Bryan.
There was an intersection near my home that had been built up over the years. Going southbound, it had actually formed a usable ramp . My friends and I would see how much airtime we could get in various vehicles. The best was the back of a CJ-5that had been raised a bit.
Christopher – I wonder if everyone has a “thrill hill”? Thank you!
Oh the memories you bring back to me! We commented a few days ago about a bunch of kids riding in a boat being trailered to the lake and how DANGEROUS it is. We didn’t worry about danger back then, did we?
Oh the memories you bring back to me! We commented a few days ago about a bunch of kids riding in a boat being trailered to the lake and how DANGEROUS it is. We didn’t worry about danger back then, did we?
Now he’d get in trouble for letting ride in the back of the truck! My dad had a pickup when we were young and rode in the back often.
It’s a wonder any of us survived to adulthood, isn’t it? 🙂
I think it’s the reason we survived:)
You should be on the back of a Harley Davidson motorcycle with Bert as you flew over that same hill….stomach flip flow and a prayer indeed……