In the summer of 1990, our family went on vacation to the Outer Banks. There were three families and we drove down in three cars.
We stopped at Williamsburg VA and spent Saturday at Busch Gardens.
On Sunday, we headed to the Outer Banks. My sister Patty and I were in one car with her daughter Colleen and Eileen's son Dan.
As I was driving, I noticed the brakes were getting spongy. We decided we had better stop and have them checked out. We were close to the Outer Banks.
We stopped at a grocery store and asked if they knew of anywhere we could have the brakes checked. They called a tow truck and a lady arrived with the tow truck.
We told her our problem and she said she knew of a place that might be open (it was Sunday)
She hooked up the car and the 5 of us piled into the front of the tow truck. She got on the CB to her husband and told him she was going to
take us to "Gravediggers".My first thought was - Oh my God, here we are in an unfamiliar place and some lady is going to take our car to a place
called "Gravediggers" to be fixed.
We drove across the Wright Memorial Bridge that takes you to the Outer Banks. All the while I am worrying about this Gravedigger place. Is it
run by some guy that digs graves for a living and repairs cars in his spare time? I was not feeling real good about the situation. Shortly after getting to
the Outer Banks, we arrived at Gravediggers. It looked like normal garage. We all got out and went inside. And that is when I first realized why the place
is called Gravediggers. On a rack in the garage was this huge truck with huge wheels. And on the body of the truck was painted "Gravedigger". And the lady at
Gravediggers was as nice as could be. She showed us the truck and gave the kids 9x11 photos of the truck. She said her husband was at a show for the weekend
but would be back on Monday and would look at our car then.
We phoned my dad at the house we were renting and he came and picked us up. It was about a 45 minute drive. The lady called the next
day and told us the master cylinder was leaking and she could order parts to fix it. She said it would take a few days and we said OK. So we enjoyed our vacation and
picked up the car when she called. The vacation was great and the ride home went smooth.
So to this day whenever I see an ad for a Monster Truck Show or am watching a Monster Truck Jam on TV I think:
