I made, the dangerous squeeze, into my trunk, many times, as a 145 lb. kid.
Piece of cake.
One day, six years ago, I needed to do it again.
Took the back seat out, gathered my flashlight, screwdriver, ratchet and sockets. Shimmied in there. Wow, pretty tight now.
187 lb. couch potato.
Two mounted tires, blocking my forward progress. Tried backing out, but fat belly didn't want to.
Getting a little nervous.
80 * outside, probably 95* inside trunk. For a few moments, I laid there, thinking about my wife looking for me, and finding me in there, 3 or 4 hours later, with my legs, sticking out
Said a few prayers, got some strength, and made it to the trunk lid, and used the screw driver, and the trunk opened. Thank You, Jesus.
When I got out, I went in the house, and drank a gallon of cold water.
My wife said to me, "where were you, I was looking for you. I thought you were, up in the front yard. Why is your face SO
RED?