I didn't know Flint back then. And really, does anyone know truly know Flint? Even today?
This was on my honeymoon in Hawaii. We had taken a buggy tour of a valley, and the driver got us into an accident with a van.
The road was narrow, and the van pulled far over to let us by, but it was still a tight squeeze. The mules threaded their way past the van, and as soon as it looked clear to them, they bolted forward. But the buggy was wider than they were, and the buggy scraped all along the side of the van as the mules pulled it forward.
The buggy driver was screaming "Fuck! Fucking mules!"
I didn't laugh at the time, but to this day, I still smile at the memory. And just saying "Fuck! Fucking mules!" will elicit a chuckle from my wife.
I have a picture, because the buggy driver made us get out while he unhooked the mules and led them down the road a bit and then disengaged the buggy from the van's bumper.
