Different than most of the intended stories being told, but still one of my favorite “range” memories.
My Dad took me to the range occasionally when I was young. One specific trip, I was probably 10-12 years old. I hardly ever got to drink pop when I was a kid, but on every range trip I could get a Dr. Pepper at the gas station on the way there. My dad drove an early ‘90s Dodge Dakota at the time, which had a dual cup holder directly in front of the passenger that popped out of the dashboard. (Photo below for clarity, red arrow was the cup holder pop-out)
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So we’re driving along, and I’m enjoying my Dr. Pepper. Dad asks me to grab the range gate key out of the range bag in the back seat, because we were getting close to our destination. I placed my Dr. Pepper in that cup holder, undid my seat belt, and flipped around over my seat back to grab whatever it was. Some asshole blew through a country intersection/stop sign in front of our truck and Dad was forced to slam on the brakes, bringing the truck to a dead stop. Of course, I slammed forward into that cup holder, which proceeded to slam shut (trying to close up into the dashboard) which resulted in 8-10oz of fine mist from the top of my open Dr. Pepper bottle spraying all over the dash, headliner, and windshield. I wound up tightly folded at the waist in a V down to the floorboard, near completely under the dashboard, where I was unable to move until Dad helped free me.
The combination of an unexplained liquid spraying all over the inside of the truck at the same time I hit the dashboard, my apparent inability to move, and my silent shock at his sudden stop caused Dad to scream; “OH MY GOD! HIS HEAD EXPLODED!” (to himself apparently).
He figured out the actual cause of the mysterious brown liquid sprayed all over the truck pretty much immediately, bursting into laughter at the absurdity of his original belief.
The story probably doesn’t translate as well to writing as I remember it, but damn was it funny at the time.