Things Not To Do When You Borrow Your Parents Car

Well, you’re probably wondering why my car is buried in between four other cars, aren’t you? Let me tell you how it happened. Last night my mom and dad let me borrow their car. I was ecstatic! This was the first time they had let me borrow the car, let alone drive by myself. I wasn’t going to do anything to mess it up. Well, I did. Instead of going to the party that I told my parents I was going to, I went over to Zach Colson’s house. I figured he could help me study to get a good grade on my next trig test. We were studying when he asked me one of his physics homework questions. The question was whether or not a car going sixty miles per hour could jump four other cars stacked up on top of each other. The car would have to jump off of a ramp that was set at sixty degrees. I told Zach that it would be completely possible because I saw it happen on my all-time favorite show, MythBusters. He disagreed with me. We got into a huge argument and I finally broke down and told him that I would prove it too him. So we left his house and went to the junk yard. We purchased four hunks of junk and paid the guy to stack them up for us. We had to use every last penny Zach had saved up from his tutoring lessons AND piano lessons. After the cars were stacked, we created the ramp, and just that act caused another argument. He wanted it to be set at 60 degrees and I wanted it at 45. We settled for 52.5 degrees so that we would both be happy. That was a big mistake. Before I got into my parents car, I looked at Zach and said it would be easy as pie. He laughed and said that he had already called the ambulance. I took off and made it up to sixty MPH in no time. I hit the jump and my heart was racing! I hit the cars and that is all I remember!!