Good Times With Great People 3

A lot of great stories start out with drinking. Here's one for ya. A little 5pm drinking set this one off for a fun time. We were drinking at an old school which they had converted into a storage facility for a fire company. My friend was on his four wheeler riding around doing donuts while we're all drinking beer and probably some Jack Daniel's (theres a lot of fuck it in Jack Daniels) and some how I came across an abandoned wheelchair. This is where it gets fun. I decided to sit in the wheelchair while my friend pulled me with his four wheeler. We started off slow and got it up to forty mile an hour before I decided to let go. And nothing to stop me. I somehow managed to keep from eating shit and gravel and came to a stop. We decided to try again. This time to fifty and I just held on like I was in the rodeo. He slowed down, I hung on and made the ride. So in short, an old wheelchair will do fifty miles an hour without breaking.