There’s a scene in the movie Almost Famous where the Stillwater tour bus, after one of the band members is electrocuted on-stage, mows down the locked auditorium gate.
There’s also a story in Drew Barrymore’s book Wild Flower where she tells of being young in NYC and returning to her Bronco after a concert in parking complex, only to find that the complex had been locked up….by a 20 foot gate. Which she proceeded to ram over and over and over and …. well, I won’t finish her story. But I’ll tell you mine.
My story that is coincidentally very similar.
When I was somewhere around 20 or 21, I went to the see the Tragically Hip in concert in the City with some friends. My friend David drove and we met up with my best friend and her boyfriend for the concert. When it was over, we decided to grab food and hang out for a bit. Dave and I both had to be at work bright and early the next morning (me at 5:30 and him at 6) and it was already very late/really early into the wee hours of the morning.
We had parked at a very popular parking complex and when we finally dragged our butts back to his his, it was basically the only one left in the parkade. We drove to the gate (not 20 feet high) and plugged in our ticket and nothing happened. The parkade was now closed and we were trapped.
If you don’t know me, I have very little patience for things like this. I liked to be punctual and prompt and I don’t like it when unruliness gets thrown into the mix. After what seemed like a very long wait and trying to figure out what to do in this scenario (which, by the way, in hind sight, likely wasn’t that long of a wait after all), I told Dave, just go through it! To my surprise – because, although it’s something I totally would have done, it is not at all something Dave would have done on his own and without my prompt), Dave gunned the gas and drove into the gate. Holy shit!
The gate budged but it didn’t allow us enough room to pass, so David reversed his little car, then put it back into drive and gunned ‘er again. RAM!
He did this several times. Once eventually breaking the arm of the gate and then finally, the rest of the thing pretty much just fell to the ground and we had enough room to pass and leave the parking lot.
I’m sure we laughed at those moments a lot. And I know we made it to work on time a few hours later. And I’m sure the first person onsite at the parkade the next morning scratched his head and said “WTF???” But for us, in the heat of the moment, it was the only way out. (Sorry Mom.)
October 14, 2018 | Categories: Adulting, Canadian Icons, humor, Personal stories, stories, stories from my childhood, Uncategorized | Tags: Almost Famous, College, Drew Barrymore, funny stories, humor, humour, life, Personal stories, stories, The Hip, Tragically Hip, Wild Flower | 2 Comments