When we lived in Longview Wayne had an old car he drove to work. I came home for lunch one day and he told me his car was up the street and I needed to take him where it was and push it home with the family car. I didn't know then and I don't know now anything about pushing cars.
It wasn't a smooth ride so I could tell I probably wasn't doing it right. He would get ahead of me a litte bit and then I would kind of hit the rear of his car. I saw him doing hand motions but I didn't know what he wanted me to do. I pushed him around a corner and I broke out his right tail light I knew he didn't like that. We went a little bit further and he made another turn and I broke out the other tail light. By this time he wasn't doing any hand motions. It looked like he was just resigned to his fate. There we went along and it was push, bump and I could see his head go forward and then pop back. Push, bump, head goes forward and then back. It was like that the rest of the way home. He didn't say anything to me about it when we got home. In fact, he didn't say anything to me at all.