The Garage of My Son's Ancestors

Here is a story Uncle Pete told us over breakfast one morning about a year before he passed away:

"We bought a new truck in Pasadena. I thought, 'if its a new truck, I should test it out.' Some of Pauline's friend's were getting married in Phoenix, so I thought that would be a good test of a new car. So we drove to Arizona. This was in the summer. We drove for a long time. But I had forgotten to get air-conditioning for the truck so we were hot. It was so hot. Too hot for Aunt Pauline. So in Yuma I stopped and got a block of ice for Aunt Pauline. We put that block of ice under her feet. It cooled down the whole cab. But I forgot about it and when I looked again, the block was still there but Pauline's feet were all the way melted to the bottom. Two holes in the melted ice. Later on I was behind a big semi and he was going too slow and it was too hot to not go faster so I thought I would pass him. Back then the highway was only two lanes. The semi saw I was trying to pass him and started honking his horn. We were on a little hill and he could see better than me because semi's are so much taller. I thought he was honking to give me the go-ahead to pass, so I passed. But he was honking to tell me not to pass. I had to swerve all the way into a ditch to miss the car. I put that pick-up in the ditch but it was okay because they keep those irrigation ditches really nice and even concreted. I saw that semi driver at a rest stop soon after that and he just shook his head."