Grandpa's Dangerous Foot by BiDen

My father's dad had an old 1955 Caddy Sedan DeVille. It was black, but alittle battered. Grandma wanted to go and get some groceries, and Grandpaw (as he liked to be called) decided to go with us. So the three of us hope into that old Caddy. As soon as we got into the car, he took both his shoes off. He had no socks on, so I couldn't gather in my mind why he would do that. I was in the front seat, sitting in the middle, and grandma was on my right. He started with his left shoe, and then his right. As soon as he took the right shoe off, he would feel over the pedal, twinkle his beautiful toes (and might I add, wonderful toe nails), and pumped that floor-mounted beauty. He pumped it about ten times before ever starting it. He then turned the key, but the motor just turned over and died. He got alittle furious, and yelled: "Not Wait Just A Cottn' Pickin' Minute". When he said that, his foot went almost at the speed of light on that pedal. He turned the key again, and the motor grinned for ten seconds, then he yelled: "Come On Here"!!!! He let the key go and went back to his pumping duty. Man, each time, his foot would become almost a blur, because he would pump it so, so, fast.

At age four, I didn't know what in the world was going on. But I did know one thing, I was quite turned on buy it. The car just cranked and sputtered while it was cranking, and grandpaw steadily beating the snot out of that pedal, at about seventy to eighty strokes per minute. (Dam, that's fast). There was no smell of gas, so that meant that this car needed a new fuel pump. He never helled that pedal down to clear any gas, so he was trying to get gas to the carb by pumping almost a new design in the floor of the car. We were in the driveway for about four minutes, then the Caddy fired up and we made it to the store. However, while the three of us were in the store, I could only think about grandpaw's foot, and what was instore on the way home. Ironically, It to the same process to get home. Boy, I was really happy to see his foot.

The year was 1971, and I was about six years old. Grandpaw bought himself a used pink 1959 Caddy. [As you can see, he had a thing for them]. All the family had planned to drive to California for about three-in-a-half weeks. My father's parents, my grand-aunt, and my father's grandma. They would all ride in my Granpaw's 59' Caddy. My parents also drove our 1965 Caddy [it was tan, with black leather seats] and my father's sister, my mother, and either I or my brother would take turns between destinations ridding in the old caddy. On the way there, we noticed that gandpaw's Caddy was giving slight trouble, but nothing major. We made it L. A., and there, we stayed with a couple of relatives during that time.

Both cars got us there safely, and comfortably. But when it came time for us to depart and head back to Shreveport, something happened. Grandpaw had already been out getting the old car packed and had started it up to get it parked in the front of our relatives house, and my father did the same in getting the tan Caddy packed and parked it behind grandpaw's. I was in the tan Caddy and my brother was in the pink Caddy with Grandpaw.

We got into the cars, and as I looked in front through the windshield, I could see grandpaw bouncing up and down. I then knew what was going on. The fuel pumps on those old cars really didn't work too well. Again, no smell of gas, so that meant more pumping. At the speed of light, he tore that floor-mounted pedal of that pink Caddy a new ass. Never really holding it down to clear any gas. It amazed me, as well as turned me on to see him never get tired. The engine grinded with false turn-overs, making Grandpaw more furious than before. My brother was in the back seat, but I was wishing that I was there instead. Just to feel the starter vibrate the whole car, and to feel the other vibration of Grandpaw pumping that pedal while he grits his teeth, with him just yelling, and pumping. He was at it for about fifteen to twenty minutes. If I was him at that time, I would be just as furious, for the fact that the car ran fine up until that minute. Oh I forgot to mention that he did have on sandals, but his feet were unsocked. Oh how I wish that I was in the front seat of that pink Caddy to see that sight. The only thing this time, is that the car had no intention of starting that day, so the whole family had to spend another night at our relatives. The next morning, the car was already packed, and it started up just fine, and we made it back home. {Of course, grandpaw's car gave us a challenge all the way home}. And during that whole trip back home, I insisted that I ride with grandpaw. (I had my own hidden agenda, and that was to watch his feet).

Since that day in 71', I've had many fantacies about that day. I've even went as far as to dream about it, as well as wack off about it. I've even put friends of male friends of mine, from childhood up to now in that particular fantasy. Each of my friends knows how to pump it like grandpaw did. And if I get a pic file of your feet, I could put you in that fantasy too.