As Sunday night came around, it was time for Al to head to the airport to catch a flight back home. For me, I would be sticking around town a little longer. Crazy Al said his goodbyes, and out the door he went. I had just laid down in my hotel room and turned on the TV. When I began to hear a familiar sound, that screeching squeal of tires in the parking lot of the hotel. Yep, you guessed it, Al was leaving his last mark as he rolled out of town. Just as I looked out the window, I caught a glimpse of another one of Al's 180-degree spins as he headed off into the distance with the tires still burning. I just shook my head, began laughing my ass off and went back to watching TV.
About 15 minutes later, I get a knock on the door of my room. I open it, and guess who? Yep, it was Crazy Al. "Dude, I thought you were headed to the airport," I told him. He then began to explain how the motor in the rental car blew up while he was on his way. What a surprise, as the motor in this car had been pushed beyond its limits all weekend long. Imagine the call to the rental car company explaining how the motor in its car just died. "Uh, yes sir, I blew up your car and it's sitting on the side of the road." Somehow, Al escaped any lawsuits from the rental car company or better yet, being arrested, but its reps had to notice the bald tires as what had happened became very obvious. They actually brought him another car so that he could get back to the airport. This gave us enough time to grab a little dinner at a local diner and to rearrange the magnetic sign outside of the restaurant. But the biggest problem of all is that I don't believe Al has learned his lesson. I'm sure more rental cars will go down in the near future.