Back in the middle 1960′s, BMW made a little car called an Isetta. It had one door that opened in front, two wide wheels in the front and two narrow wheels in the back.
My Grandpa’s twin, Grandpa Joe, bought one of these cars, and on the day of my story they drove this car to Bradley University to attend a basketball game.
They drove onto the Bradley campus and parked under a No Parking sign. About 30 feet down the sidewalk stood a patrolman who looked at Grandpa Joe andGrandpa, looked at the parking sign, then back to the two of them. Grandpa Joe and Grandpa opened the door of the Isetta and those two big guys got out, each weighing nearly 300 lbs apiece and as they emerged from the car the patrolman began to walk toward them.
Grandpa and Grandpa Joe ignored him, Grandpa Joe went to the back of the Isetta and Grandpa closed the door, they both reached down to grab a hold of the car and they picked it up, then they walked over about five feet to the parking lot and put it down into an open parking spot.
The cop just stood still, watching them and shook his head.
After all – how would you ticket something like that?




