Low-Speed Excitement

While working from home the other day, I heard tires screeching out front. Normally I wouldn’t even notice screeching tires, but something sounded different. It wasn’t the normal high-pitched, high-speed screeching though. This particular screeching the dull, low-speed kind and it seemed to get louder and go on forever. I looked out of the window and saw a wheel-lift tow truck towing a Honda by the rear wheels. The front wheels on the car were locked and this is what was causing the low-speed screeching.

The tow truck driver came to a stop and, as he hopped out of his truck, some random guy pulled up beside him. If you are familiar with the Baltimore accent, now is a good time to insert it here:

“Hey buddy. Them front tires on that car is locked up.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s a repo. You just gotta get ‘em up on the truck and get the hell outta there sometimes.”

The random guy waved and drove off and the tow truck driver tried to jimmy the lock and break into the car, I assume, to put it in neutral. He didn’t have any luck breaking in on either side of the car, so he lowered the car to the street, unhooked it from the lift, and pulled around to the front of the car. He hooked the car up by the front tires and drove off with no screeching.

I’m not sure why I found this situation so amusing, but I did. What’s even more amusing is that I can still see the skid marks which start all the way up at the corner and come to an abrupt stop in front of my house.