Well, what happened, fletch . The old truck finally poop out . No. Well, what happened, fletch . Was it an accident . Yeah. I didnt exactly figure you was mixing salad here in the middle of the highway. Howd it happen . Whoosh sideswiped, huh . Yeah. Reckless driver, huh . You know who done it . No. What kind of car was it . White. Did you notice who was driving . Yup. No. Dadburn it. If you dont start stringin a few words together, were gonna be here till supper time. I aint even had my lunch yet. Howd it happen . Young squirt come tearing by here in one of them newfangled convertible jobs. Drove me clean off into the ditch. Id just like to get my hands on his neck for about two seconds. Id sure show him what for. Uhhuh. Better rest awhile, fletch. You must be all wrung out from all that jabbering. Hi, there, young fella. Hi. Nice car. Thanks. Well, if, uh, you officers will excuse me, im going to cut out. I just, uh, stopped to check my tires. You, uh. You always drive around with ce