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Well, I can't criticize. I drive a MomMobile (Toyota Sienna), and so does Beloved Husband when he isn't driving his Prius.
I will note that my van holds not only the usual safety stuff (blankets, first aid kit, jumper cables, flashlight etc.) but a waterproof case with strike-anywhere matches, flint-and-steel, Swiss Army knives, Coleman Swiss Army eating utensils (which have fold in spoon, knife, and fork), duct tape, electrical tape, and Beloved Husband's endearingly un-updated aviator sunglasses. Mac would approve.
Mac wouldn't necessarily go for the collection of random MacDonald's Happy Meal toys, the crayons, the assorted Very Girly hairclips and ties, and multiple abandoned handed-back school assignments. The year-round hockey gear would be okay. After having Wiley, I bet RDA could relate, though.
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Using a dab of the melted wax from the pink crayon on the dashboard (Thank goodness it's August!, thought Mac) he affixed the hairclip to the Happy Meal mammoth, and handed it to little Eliza.
"See! It's a girl mammoth," he said soothingly.
There were a few hiccupping breaths, but the sobbing stopped, and Eliza gave him a watery smile.
"Thank you, Mr. MacGyver!" she said at last.
"Mac will do," he said modestly with an answering grin.
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Vans handle much better than trucks in snow, sleet, and on ice, although vans don't off-road very well. All things considered, I prefer vans, which can also handle a full sheet of plywood or sheetrock, as we know from experience.
Edited at 2012-08-16 21:28 (UTC)
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From:  lolmac |
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18th August 2012 15:28 (UTC)
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The thugs shoved MacGyver into the back of the van, and with his hands cuffed behind him, he couldn’t control his fall. He landed painfully on the knobby plastic lump of one of the Happy Meal toys, and couldn’t suppress the squawk of pain. The thugs laughed as they slammed the door shut.
Good thing I dropped Eliza off. I think that was one of her favorites. There wasn’t a lot of room between the seats – plenty of leg room, yeah, right. Not so much room for careless campers who forget to watch their backs – but he was able to squinch himself sideways until the toy was no longer digging into the small of his back.
It was the plastic mammoth, somewhat grimier than before, with the fancy hair clip still attached. Mac’s grin shone under the dirt and bruises on his face.
A little more wriggling – okay, a lot more – and he had the thing in his hands. The back of the barrette was a thin slip of curved metal, thin enough to bend into the right shape, but stiff enough to hold up against the lock. Thanks, Eliza. I owe you a new hair clip.
Edited at 2012-08-18 15:45 (UTC)
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From: thothmes |
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18th August 2012 16:10 (UTC)
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Oh, well played! Very well played. It's a good thing that Mac kept the a-c on during the day and it was a cool night so the wax didn't remelt!
I'm not at all surprised, seeing as it's you and you have perfect pitch about this sort of thing, but this is very, very compatible with the way things would have gone in the show, a moment of innocent, sunny, trivial ingenuity, followed by the money shot later in the show where that morphs into genuine Saving The Day.
Icon in the spirit of George Carlin, and his "If you're going to play, PLAY!" Mac, Jack, and RDA all seem to be good at that.
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