Why I Can't Join Dukes Of Hazzard

When I was a young lad, there was nothing.....NOTHING cooler than Dukes of Hazzard. (With the possible exception of MacGyver).

One day my little brother and I were feeling rather Hazardous and climbed into the family car parked in our garage. With yours truly at the helm of "General Lee", I started fiddling with the gears and emergency brake.

(Minor detail: the driveway sloped downward...straight to a busy street. Hence...the need for the parking brake.)

Before I could say "Daisy", our ugly blue Geo Metro was rolling down the driveway. To my complete horror, and in classic Dukes of Hazzard fashion, my brother hopped right out of the passenger window (I'm not kidding!!!), leaving me rolling down the hill and across the busy street.

I abandoned my dream of being a Duke after realizing that I had never seen one of the Dukes cry their eyes out when their car crossed a street.

I have to give my brother serious props for having the instinct of a cougar to hop out the window without pause. Meanwhile, my instinct was about as fast as a filing cabinet.