Like Riding a Bike

This morning me brother Phil and I towed a car which deigned not to start (how dare that contraption!) using my newer older van and a yellow tow rope. Sure, illegal. Damn that nonsense.

We drug it to our mechanic, about a mile away from the old barn. Humm-boy, we did a good job of it too, just like in the old days when me Pops and me Grandpa Joe and the rest of us did such with regularity. And impunity, not unlike this morning. We're devil may care, we Cosgriffs. 

I drove the lead car, Phil guided the tow. We kept that rope taut the whole way too. The trick to towing with a rope is that you let the trail vehicle carry most of the braking, holding back on the lead van just enough that the rope never goes slack. What you're trying to avoid are any herky-jerky movements which may dislodge the hook where the rope attaches to the cars.

You watchin', Joe? You watchin', Pops? We still got it. Like riding a Bike.