Winning isn't everything:
Dad was a haggler for sure. He threw nickels around like manhole covers. So when he went to buy a used station wagon, I knew it would be interesting. I wasn't there, but when he got home, he bragged about how he hated the doughnut spare tires and won the debate to get them to include a regular sized spare and rim.
Fast forward, we're deer hunting in upstate PA. The one side of the mountain was real slick. So much so, we pulled over and decide to put chains on. Not a hug deal, because dad was a planner and the spare already had a chain on it. So we only need to add chains to one of our tires.
Man, we got out of the wagon, it was like Keystone Cops. It was so slick, you could barely stand and my brother and I fell numerous times. Now, you have to imagine. Our wagon is partially hanging over the edge of a VERY steep hill. It's we ended up, before we could get the chains on. How you have to imagine how tense that was for dad, and here's an 11 year old (me), slipping, falling, and laughing his a$$ off the entire time.
So dad gets the wagon jacked up, and we roll over the full size spare tire. As dad attempts to put the spare on, you could hear him scream curses from across ten valleys. You see, a Ford spare doesn't exactly line up on a Chevy wagon...
"...I feel like I'm winnin, when I'm losing again..." G.L.