The other day I made a post about old car memories and one of my friends called it the Sushimobile. That totally brought back some memories, and another friend also reminded me what we called ourselves: “The Sushi Crew“. I’ll probably explain why we called ourselves that in a different post. That just about made me LOL when I read that. Ah, good times were had in those days. I think we went everywhere there was to go in Jersey in the sushimobile. I remember getting lost in it, and being found, breaking down, pushing it, and everything that could ever happen in a car happened in the sushimobile.
One time while driving down Route 38, I remember the area losing power. We were on our way home from somewhere, and all the lights down 38 were out, including all the stores, the car dealerships, and everything. That was before the construction was done to make 38 a big ass four lane highway, so going through Mt. Holly was pretty scary with all the lights out.
We were all marveled, because it was just eerie without the traffic lights and I made a comment, “Wow, even with all this power out, it’s good to know that the radio station still plays and has backup power.” And just at that very moment, the radio went silent. WMMR, 93.3 went quiet. I think everyone at once were slackjawed and just looked at the radio. But soon, about 15 seconds later, the DJ came on and apologized for the dead air.
That was a freaky night in the Sushimobile. Have you ever had anything freaky like that happen to you?