This story was originally posted on Facebook, but was re-posted here to ensure everyone hears the details!
A TUESDAY NIGHT FAIRYTALE (11/13/2012)
Once upon a time, Jordan was changing the oil in the minivan. Job done, he slowly started easing the minivan out the back of the garage. The back wheels went over the edge of the concrete pad onto the dirt road, and the minivan started picking up speed.
Jordan ran around to the back of the minivan and pushed hard. The minivan wasn’t slowing enough, so he ran up to the driver’s door and tried to open it. Since it was locked, he reached through the open window and tried to find the manual lock – the electronic lock – the door handle – nothing!
Frantically, he jumped through the open window, and – legs dangling outward – tried to hit the brake or parking brake with his hands. Realizing the futility of this, he jumped back and sprinted around to the back – this time pushing for all he was worth. The minivan was going a fair bit faster by now.
Angling slightly back to the left, the minivan was backing rapidly toward a 15-foot (or so) sheer drop-off. At the bottom of which was a series of gas pumps. As he pushed, however, Jordan noticed a concrete tire barrier toward which the minivan was somehow directly heading. Not daring to trust such a barrier to stop the minivan at those speeds, Jordan kept pushing for all he was worth.
Finally, Jordan ran out of space… and jumped back to the side, horrified as he expected to see the minivan plummet back out into space.
The tires bumped gently into the concrete barrier, and came to a complete halt. No bang, no smash… the bottom of the tires didn’t even leave the ground, and they don’t leak now. Jordan, short of breath, climbed back into the driver’s seat and – somewhat in shock – slowly drove away.