By Georgia Osten
Guess what? I finally got a jeep, Mom! You know I always wanted one, ever since I was in High School. I don’t remember why you didn’t want me to have one, but like all parents, I guess you didn’t have to have a reason, right?
You would love it, it’s the perfect fit. Well actually, it doesn’t fit. It’s so tall that I can’t get in it…a bit “height challenged.” We ordered some steps from Amazon, but I still needed a step to get up to the step. So here’s what we did. We bought a little folding stool from The Big Store and tied a string to it so I could get up into the jeep and then pull the step along in with me. First try or two, I dropped the string and had to start over.
Then, we joined the Jeep Club – why not! The first meeting, I learned how to “jeep wave.” There are two different ways – one is if the window is up and the other is if the window is down. I’m telling you, these jeep people know a thing or two!
It brought to mind a decade many decades ago when my friends and I would drive down to Galveston to “catch some waves,” you know, “hang ten” and all that stuff. Of course our surfboards would be on top of our cars and the kids coming back from Galveston would give us the High sign or the Low sign signifying what the surf was like. If you didn’t see any surfers on the way, you could always tune into Ken DelBosco’s Surf Report on the radio. Ken had this nasal quality to his voice, always sounding like he needed to blow his nose. I guess he should have spent more time in the salt water.
More recently, when we had a motorcycle, we learned how to wave at other bikers. Scary, because it meant having to take your hand off the handlebars.
A friend of mine just got her own golf cart and took me for a ride on the beach the other day. She was talking so much that she didn’t notice that Golf carts wave to one another too. They’re a happy sort of beach people – we must always wave at each other.
Before purchasing your next vehicle, it’s always important to get the wave down first!
(This article published 1/26/2015)
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