Mike and I held the giant tube vertically as Jimmy folded himself into the hole. When he was comfortably inside with an arm and leg on either side and able to keep himself from rolling down the hill, Mike and I ran down to our positions to catch Jimmy in the unlikely event that he was unable to stop himself. “Safety first!” we always said.
When we were ready for the great experiment, Mike looked back and forth to verify everything had been done to plan, he yelled to Jimmy to, “LET’R ROLL!” And wow! It was amazing how fast he accelerated. In seconds, all we could see was the tube blurring with acceleration and a set of arms and legs wildly waving out of each side.
For some reason, Jimmy started to scream – loudly. Cries for help were commingled with garbled, noxious-sounding shrieks and whole breaths of panic-laced swear words. Mike and I both realized that there was a problem with the physics. Jimmy was moving way too fast to stop himself and our fun ride experiment had just turned into a rescue attempt.
You know how some clever ideas accidentally start a cascade of unintended consequences — seemingly impossible to stop? Well, this was one of them.
Behind Grant Elementary School in Petaluma, California (where we were students) was a wonderful, steep hill that we all called THE HILL. It had the best view of the Petaluma valley in the whole neighborhood and had everything a bunch of small boys could want.
We had permission to use it for tree climbing and box sliding but these relatively safe activities were not on our agenda today.
But first, you need to understand the topology. Starting from the top, there was a steep, but walk-able, grass covered slope for 60 yards and most of it was crisscrossed with cow paths.
Next was a lip and for the next 15 yards, the slope got much steeper and was thick with ancient oak trees and thousands of dead branch fragments in various degrees of decay. After these trees, there was a 5 yard wide, level tractor road with a heavy, square patterned, wire fence which had to be as old as those trees.
After the fence was a very large, level field of thick, lush grass.
Important point; from any of those high cow paths, you could see over the oak trees down into the field beyond the fence.
Mike, and his younger brother, Jimmy, had a huge aircraft inner tube which we thought would be great fun to ride down a steep hill. It was fun on flat ground but with THE HILL giving us a gravity-assist — it should be thrilling.
Granted, this idea would have horrified any rational parent, but somehow it made sense at the time, and no rational parents were nearby anyway. Mike and I were glad that Jimmy was always ready to test our ideas and besides, what could possibly go wrong?
Jimmy promised to stop before the steep tree-covered slope. Just in case, Mike stood 20 feet uphill from the lip above to catch Jimmy if he didn’t. As a third layer of protection, I stood about 10 feet uphill from the slope. Jimmy would never make it to the trees.
Okay, you’re ready now. Here’s what happened, and I promise you that I’m not making this up. We really did this. Hold on! This is quite a ride. . .
You already know that within seconds, Jimmy was rolling out of control so Mike yelled, “WE HAVE TO STOP THAT TUBE! “
Mike and I knew that if Jimmy got hurt, his parents would redefine punishment right to the edge of homicide. I watched Mike run uphill to catch the tube before it gained even more speed. Mike met and engaged the tube in earnest. With a muffled thump, the tube simply ate him and left him mashed into the hillside – conforming his spine to the ridges of the cow paths.
Ouch! That had to hurt!
This left only me between Jimmy and the slope of tree-covered death. I took off running, thinking as I closed the gap between me and the murderous tube. How am I going to stop this thing? Mike tried to hit it head-on and that failed. What could I do differently?
I decided to body-block it from a sharp angle, destabilizing its roll cycle which would surely slow it enough for Jimmy to stop it. In short, the tube ate me too, giving me a face-first taste of a cow path. So much for my instincts for physics.
Quickly peeling my face out of the cow path, “Ptuuch”, I rolled over in time to watch as tube and Jimmy dropped over the lip and, oh God, no, down into the slope of tree-covered death. Immediately, we could hear branches violently snapping. It will be any moment now. This is it, I thought. He’s dead – and so are we. There’s no way he can miss all those trees.
But — he did. . .
We knew he did because suddenly we heard the awful sound of Jimmy and tube hitting that old fence. It was a violent sound of straining rusty wires and tearing of old wood posts. So Jimmy was going to die when his body passed through the wire fence squares. We would find him transformed into a pile of bloody cubic noodles like something from a giant play dough fun factory. His parents would not be pleased.
But this time physics (or perhaps the God of small boys) saved him. That rotten fence actually yielded and bent over to form a ramp that – yes — launched Jimmy and that insane tube high into the air just like a ski jump.
He sailed scary high.
He went high enough that Mike and I, way up the hill saw him take flight. I seriously began to wonder if he was still alive and if that tube would ever stop.
The tube was still spinning madly and gaining altitude, but it was slowing its climb to the clouds. Surreal? Absolutely! But there he went — arms and legs still waving like a wet rag doll out of each side of the tube.
He must have made peace with his fate by this time because he was no longer screaming; or maybe he was already dead, like from a heart attack. His arms and legs did look pretty floppy. No matter – because suddenly I realized that Mike was now screaming hysterically – like that would do any good.
My heart sank as I realized that from his current altitude, Jimmy was going to die (or die again…?) when he and the tube crashed back to earth. Slowly, the tube lost the last of its momentum and arced into its descent, speeding up yet again for a kamikaze-style death crash.
But he didn’t crash. He bounced – once.
On the up-bounce, Jimmy finally, mercifully separated from the tube from a relatively safe altitude (at least I hoped so) and landed in the soft tall grass of that lower field. After what felt like the longest train crash ever, Jimmy had finally stopped moving and laid still surrounded by peaceful tall grass.
The tube bounced a few more times before stopping. Mike and I ran down to verify the results; or pay our last respects and quietly leave town as needed.
The final site of Jimmy’s death looked so serene and quiet.
Oh wow! It was amazing, but Jimmy was still breathing. Remarkable! Even impossible! His eyes were huge – frozen open with panic. Incredibly – his pants weren’t even soiled, meaning he’d more than earned the bladder-control merit badge, but I could only guess what a mess his nervous system had to be.
When his panic dissipated and he could blink again, Jimmy was pretty angry at us but he calmed down in a week or so. He always did and would soon be ready for another bright idea but it was a long time before Jimmy got near that tube again.
We pushed the fence back up so it at least looked like a fence again, picked up the tube and headed for home. Our test pilot had survived, so we would too and it was time to find some other way to entertain ourselves the rest of the day.
Maybe a quiet corner at home, conspicuously snuggled up with a good book so not to arouse suspicions and let any applicable statutes of limitations expire.