Neon Frenebee

We were 19 years old and sophomores in college. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and there was a glorious warm breeze. We climbed into my friend’s brand new Dodge Neon, rolled the windows down, and turned the stereo way up.

We buckled ourselves in and my friend (we’ll call her Molly) put the car in drive. We began to move forward toward the busy street. We were singing along to the music with arms out our respective windows when…

Suddenly!

…a frenebee flew in through Molly’s window!

Now, I know that I have established how much I dislike frenebees so I am sure you think you know what happened next. I promise that you do not.

Before I knew what was happening, my dear sweet friend, Molly, unbuckled her seatbelt, opened her door, removed her foot from the gas pedal, and got out of the car while screaming at the top of her lungs.

Yes.
Molly got out of the car while it was still moving.
With me still in the passenger’s seat.
Rolling steadily towards the street.

I only had an instant to decide what to do as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I could give in to my initial instinct and join my friend outside her car screaming…and watch her car crash. Her brand new car. Or, I could gather up my courage and try to stop the car, thereby saving her from the wrath of her parents.

What to do.

As the Neon continued to roll towards oncoming cars, I threw a leg over the center console, grabbed the steering wheel, and reached my left foot out to the brake pedal. As soon as I had the car stopped, I moved the gear shift into park and then leapt out of the car as quickly as possible.

I may or may not have freaked out on Molly…seeing how she tried to kill me and all.

Yes, folks, I saved the day. Are you surprised?

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Other Frenebee Posts:
Flying Frenebee
Early Morning Frenebee
Night Time Frenebee