One time when my folks were away my boyfriend thought up a game ‘Draggin’. For this game we needed a few pairs of overalls.
Luckily my dad was a marine engineer, so in the shed was a motherlode of seriously hardcore overalls.
Some white, some danger orange.

Draggin’:

Equipment Needed:

1) Aussie Muscle Car, preferably a Holden Monaro, but a Ford V8 will suffice in an emergency.
2) Thick Rope.
3) Several Stupid Teenage Males.
4) Paddock free of livestock.
5) Several pairs of your Dad’s overalls.


Object: To amuse oneself in a town that has nothing for young people to do.

Attach rope to tow bar of Monaro (or lesser Ford), get the stupid males to lay on the ground and hold the rope.
Start the car, if you have some girls available get them to sit in the back seat and look out the back window so they can scream at appropriate times.
Rev the motor, applying one foot to the brake allowing the back tires to spin chunks of turf at the teenagers holding onto the rope behind the car.
Release brake.
Drive the car around the paddock in a figure 8 pattern.

*For the record I was never a screamer. At times my extreme boredom drove me to wish something disastrous would happen. Like a rusty star post would impale someone, or something like that.
Just anything out of the ordinary…
It never did. They all lived to drag another day, and I would be there to watch from the backseat. It was all relentlessly uneventful.