Submitted by Al Bradley ( @bradal )
By now some of you will have heard this, so please bear with me. It’s a good story.
This story happened when the USAF sent me to Biloxi, Mississippi for further training to be akiller. First of all, I had the responsibility of finding my way from Abingdon, Virginia to Biloxi. Thatwas no mean feat in those days of the late 1960’s.
I certainly intended to drive my (t)rusty TR-4. It was the route that posed the problem.Obviously, I had to take I-81 from here and then whatever substituted for I- 40/75 at the time fromKnoxville to Chattanooga. Then it was I-59 to Birmingham, Alabama. But, after Birmingham, all of theInterstate Routes turned in the opposite direction. I did notice that the map showed a long, straightroute from Tuscaloosa to Mobile, near Biloxi, that was just the ticket. So I took it. Once throughTuscaloosa, that two-lane route 43 proved to be an absolute blast to drive. There was almost no trafficsave a few logging trucks that were easy to overtake. I drove at 90 mph most of the way with the topdown and had a ball.
I stopped near the little Town of Jackson, Alabama to “fill one tank and empty another”, as myDad used to say. I paid for the gas and a few sundries I had bought and through the front storewindow I noticed an older couple admiring the TR. They apparently had not seen one before.
By the time I returned to the car, the man had bent over to look at the “hubcap” on my wirewheels, and I heard him tell his mate; “****, Mildred, it’s one of them Undo’s”.
I didn’t have the heart to correct them and I couldn’t have kept a straight face, anyway!
Well, I chuckled at this story all the way on to Mississippi. And I swear to you that it reallyhappened.