My Fiat


I was employed at Disney and my mom bought me a used Fiat 1800 spider from the money we sold my truck for ($599 out of the $1000)!

It was black with a red interior, had air conditioning, and a rear seat so small only a child or my mom sitting sideways because my dog claimed the front seat could fit. I replaced the dash with figured pine coated with polyurethane. I put a custom radio and mounted custom speakers in the doors and back panels.

The picture is just like mine except I had a custom chrome bumper and luggage rack and an electric antenna.

I would go to work with my radio blaring the Beatles!

I loved my car.

While I was at work my father twisted my mom's arm and hurt her. Junior Scott witnessed it and fled the state thinking he would be forced to testify against my father.

My mother dropped the charges.

The next day I was driving my Fiat Spider 1600 to work and as I was passing the park, next to lake Tohopekaliga in St. Cloud, some kids were next to the road.

I slowed down from 25 to about 20 mph and a tire rolled past the left side of my car!

The left rear wheel had come off my car and rolled past me.

I slowed the car to a stop without any damage.

I walked back to my house and my dad and uncle Bob were arguing about dad hurting mom's arm.

So I interrupted and told them about the car.

So dad got our car and uncle Bob got his truck and we drove to where my car was.

The four studs that hold the car together were snapped off!

So dad and uncle Bob started arguing about how to fix it and it quickly degenerated to being about dad hurting mom's arm.

Dad and Bob started throwing punches.

Before my I was shot in the leg I could move really fast from studying Karate. So I moved in between them to stop the fight.

Dad and Bob landed a bunch of punches to both sides of my ribs before stopping.

I told uncle Bob that he can't hit my dad.

Bob became embarrassed and left for home and I helped my dad get the car home by balancing the car enough to make it back to our house.

I didn't say anything but they had cracked my ribs.

Soon after I developed pneumonia and was very sick.

I missed a week of work and had my mom call in for me. I guess she missed a day because when I returned to work with my Doctors report the headhunter said that I hadn't called in at all. Even though the calls were long distance and on my phone bill.

Disney makes it's own rules, and it's union sucks, so I lost my job. 

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