I was riding in the car earlier with my gramps, we were on the highway which he usually drives about 80 mph and always glides to the right, unless in the right lane, he will glide to the left. It has become very "breath taking" to ride with him anymore, I don't dare fall asleep with him behind the wheel, for the fact I would love to wake up.

Ok, he drives a 300 hemi, (maybe explains his speeding urge), late 60's, big and tall, and over-all smart. Old school if you will.

Well, like I said we were cruising down the highway, we haven't said a word in about 10 minutes and all is quiet exept for the sound of the tires on the road, when all of a sudden he jumps up out of his seat and yells, "Jesus Christ! THERE IS SOMETHING BITING MY ASS!", almost taking us off the road. I freak out and say what the hell is going on, and he replies by saying, "some kind of thing is tearing my ass up", "like not my ass but my ass cheek".

Never the less, My days riding with gramps are done.

Later,

Eastside_Dave