Originally Posted by Damn Yankee
I can remember when I was about 7 or 8 I was riding in my mom's '79 Plymouth Volarie with my dad. I asked him what a burnout was. He stopped in the middle of this big hill and put the car in Neutral. Rolled backwards down the hill probably about 20 yards with the motor revved (IIRC it was an old straight 6, maybe even an old 283....?) and slapped it into Drive. The car smoked the rears, going backwards about 10 feet, then started forward motion, still smoking tires. When we were finished my dad looked at me and said, "That's a burnout, and a pretty good one too." There was a huge J burned into the pavement there for a while
The one thing mom did that actually floored me was to ask me to get her high. This woman doesn't get drunk. Hell, she doesn't even drink except for once or twice a year. Never smoked cigarettes. Now I know she sold pot when I was a baby to help ends meet (being a single mom does that to people), but she claimed (and I believe her) she never tried any of it.
"I'm an old woman, I just want to try it once to see what the hub-bub is about."
Yes, she did use the word "hub-bub".