Forgive me a taxi/hood-unlatched story. The forumn is just too perfect.
I drove a cab in Durham, NC the summers of '67 and '68. We latched our hoods. But the guy who checked my oil that day didn’t latch it fully. It may have been on the first hook.
I picked up a very elderly couple at a motel in Durham about 11:00 A.M. The guy had had heart surgery at Duke Hospital. They wanted to go to the Raleigh-Durham airport. I loaded their luggage and we took off. At that time, you drove on surface streets for a few miles, then got on a four-lane divided, 55 miles per hour road to the airport, which may have been a 10 mile trip.
We were cruising on the hiway, when my hood started to arise. It fluttered a bit, about 6-8 inches above a latched position, then dropped down as I slowed to 45 or so. I accelerated back to 55, and it started to dance upward again. I was worried, but couldn’t figure out just what to do.
Before I could make the proper decision, the hood was jerked totally upward and was ripped from its hinges and was blown over the top of my cab, landing in the middle of the road about 50 yards or so behind us. It happened so fast, that one didn’t have time to think. One minute it was there, the next instant, I had no hood.
Fortunately for trailing cars, it was a slow mid-day traffic pattern, and the hood hit nothing except the road.
After bringing my hoodless cab to a stop at the side of the road, and making sure my passengers were still alive(barely) I radioed back to the dispatcher.
[me]Er, uh, my hood just blew off[/me]
[me]My hood just blew off the cab[/me]
[d] (pause) Well, latch it back and keep going[d]
[me] I can’t. It blew off.[/me]
d What do you mean it blew off?[/d]
[me]…explanation of just what happened. [/me]
[d] (incredibly long pause. Snickering. Laughing. [/d]
[d]Are you OK? Passengers OK?**
[d]Well, go back, pick up the hood, put it in the trunk, take them to the airport and come on back[/d]
[me] OK. [me]
Needless to say, I apologized profusely to my passengers, and felt the fool at the airport with this Checker cab from the late 50’s with no hood driving up to let them out at the airport. They tipped well. I went back to shop, got a new cab, and kept on going.
Don’t ask me to tell you about the day I had three flat tires. :eek: