The Cool Down Ride…
It’s been a hot summer for much of the nation and with at least one more month to go, I can’t help but think about a story of my Grandpa Reutebuch and his cool down rides. On those hot muggy evenings in Northwest Indiana, he would announce he was going on a cool down ride. This meant jumping into the car wearing only underwear and shoes and taking a quick spin with the windows rolled down.
I can feel the cooling breeze in my mind as he cruised the rural Indiana roads, perhaps giving a wave to any neighbors hanging out on the porch. that’s what we do in Indiana, give a wave to people we pass.
I wish I could have known my Grandpa but he died of a heart attack when my Dad was a senior in high school.
Another story I liked hearing about Grandpa Reutebuch involved a plug of tobacco and a baboon. I’m guessing he was at a zoo and took a plug of chew and threw it to the baboon, who promptly picked it up and ate it. Not long afterward, the baboon puked. I find this pretty funny and just a glimpse into what a character this man was.
So, some night soon, a cool down ride may be in order…in celebration of summer nights and Grandpa Reutebuch.
As for baboons eating chew, now that we all know what happens, I will leave that to Grandpa’s legacy.
Sounds like he was a good dude. Love this story.
So now we know where you got that from LOL. Your Grandpa sounds like he was a pretty *Cool* Man. Big *Wave* to my friend Tom in Indiana!!