i got quarters dimes and nickles

if ever i have a story in my head and i iron it out in the car the story becomes mostly about the car ride. last time the passengers were rioting because we had to get out on every hill (we are in the foothillls) since the motor was too weak. at three corners they all stormed out to the office and i saw my friend george who two times out of three is smoking menthol cigarettes at three corners and talking about his bamboo furniture business and ngo's. then i ate my buñuelos and beans and the car made it. this time the car was the one known to have the strongest motor of any battle torn minivan in lebialem but we drove into a ditch on the famous "bad part". don't worry the car was empty everyone gets out at the bad part. motoboy went and borrowed some pieces of timber and it took about seven of us to push the car sideways and it would have rolled down the hill without us. on the second attempt we were stuck in the middle of the road and motoboy started jacking it up after we rocked the car until the jack could slide under but he wanted to stop jacking saying something about the spring being broken. charles okara man was passing and offered me a ride but i said i had faith. the driver didn't like hearing clouds on a sunny day he went and jacked himself to the top and gunned the engine took up enough élan to slide down the hill almost into the ditch again and he disappeared. we heard the engine on the bush trail and decided he was desperate but he came out all right.
the real story i had was about my grandfather who once took a sack of hamburgers and held it out the window and loosened his grip and my success in business as a result of the same. also there was something about guinea pigs and a death celebration. that's why i'm in town in fact, i need to negotiate some 5cm x 5cm pieces of wood.