SAN DIEGO, Calif. - I spotted this car in the parking lot yesterday, right near where Sabbatical is moored. It's an Isetta and if Bud Hooper is reading this, or Bob Fulcher, they will remember that a neighbor of ours had one of these tiny things back in the very early 1960s.
Remember the early 1960s? Except for the very rare Volkswagen Beetle, every car was a monster. So the Isetta was such an odd duck and, well, so light.
How do I know how light it was?
Well, on several occasions, much to the chagrin of its owner, we would move it around in his driveway, by lifting it. And on a couple of other occasions, I seem to remember tipping it on its side, once actually putting it on its top and spinning it. I doubt that we actually spun it on its top, but who knows, that was more than 40 years ago.
All of these incidents occurred in the dead of night, of course, so we could remain anonymous and blame it on others.
I suspect the owner probably knew which neighborhood miscreants were busy moving his car, but we didn't really damage it, much. Of course, if some teenagers did that to my car today, it would be war.
It's hell to get old.
The Isetta - which was the urban equivalent of cow tipping, I suppose - reminded me of Halloween and how destructive everyone was back when we were growing up. It seemed like it was open season on anyone. But we did learn a few good tricks, like putting dog crap in a paper bag on someone's doorstep, lighting with a match and then yelling Fire! Fire!
With most people today using those little plastic bags to pick up after their dogs, where would teenagers even find a good load to trick their neighbors with?
Now there's a question to ponder for today, classmates.
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