Out of the truck stepped someone else Biff knew, 54 year-old former mechanic Terry Smith. He still worked on cars part-time as a hobby, but he now owned a towing service.

Biff, what's going on, old buddy? This is one messed up wreck here."

Glad to see who it was, Biff remarked, "What's going on, Terry? I just had a h*ll of a day. This is McFly's car, and I just got into an accident with Old Man Jones."

"Old Man Jones? You mean he's still allowed to drive at his age? Sorry to hear it, Biff."

"Tell me about it. So where should we tow this thing to? I think we should just drop it at his house. He can do whatever to get it fixed himself. It serves him for not telling me anything about it having a blind spot."

"Well that sure is a bummer. Hey, can you get back in and turn it around. It'll be easier to get on the ramp that way."

"Yeah, I could." Biff said as looked at the twilight sky, thinking about how bad of a day this had become. He would just have to reschedule going to that party tonight, unless 3-D or someone else could pick him up.

After about five minutes, the two middle-aged men managed to get the tangled car reversed up on the tow truck. The traffic was again slowing to a crawl. Muttering a few cuss words to himself, Biff got in the passenger side.

As they drove off, Biff told Terry, "Let me tell you, I just caught a lucky break with the cops. They thought I was responsible for it. The senile old man wasn't looking, end of story." He knew he was the one responsible, but would never admit that, even to himself.

Terry knew his somewhat younger friend could bend the truth sometimes, so he asked, "Do you think any of that could be true? I mean, I've been driving for 40 years and in the business of cars almost that long too. Even I do stuff sometimes, like turning the radio or food, and I might take an eye off the road for a second or too. Stuff happens, Biff."

"Yeah, that could be. Look, what happens is I'm looking for some music on the radio. After awhile, I stopped caring what kind of music it was. I'd listen to anything from Classical to Heavy Metal rather than a bunch of stupid commercials and traffic reports. I swear, these buttheads should advertise a commercial station with music breaks. Ha ha ha ha." The moment Biff stopped laughing at his own joke again, he said, "But that wasn't the cause of the accident, I do that in my own car. It's a combination of Jones, as well as McFly's d*mn blind spot."

Terry sided with Biff now. "Well, I can believe that. It was obviously Jones' fault if he ran that red light at the intersection. Can you believe he actually made a living owning a manure hauling business? Who would actually want to handle that s**t all day?"

"You got me. What I really hate about this whole thing is that I couldn't go out tonight. I got off work early, and borrowed McFly's junker to go up to a party at 3-D's house. Maybe I can just go tomorrow."

Hey, I tell you what, Biff. We'll go drop the car off, and then I can go get a 6-pack for you, and take you back home. If I get another radio call, I'll just tell them I'm busy. I'm off at 8 o'clock tonight as well."

"Hey, thanks a lot, Terry. I've already got some beer, I'll split that with you."

"Oh, yeah, I think I could use some myself. How did you already get beer now?"

"Well, you see, it's the weirdest thing. I bought a 12-pack from Toby's 7-11. I wasn't drinking nothing, but I happened to have it in the car with me. Now if the cops were to see that, I'd be dead meat, especially since my a** has already been arrested for DUI 3 times over the years. God, I'm glad they didn't search the car. I spilled some soy sauce on my suit earlier. Good thing they didn't think it was beer," he said, still not wanting Terry to know he was driving drunk.

Part of that was true, but he tossed the can he was drinking away in a nearby trash can before the police arrived. Also when Jones wasn't looking, he put the 11 remaining cans of the 12-pack into George's trunk, which was, luckily for Biff, undamaged and unlocked.

Terry was getting frustrated at the traffic. "You know, with this traffic, who knows when we'll actually get to George's house. I wish they'd got some kind of shortcut on this thing. This area is all developed now; it's not like when you were a kid and you could just drive across the field. It looks like I might have to call Gloria and tell her I'm coming home late."

"Oh, Gloria. How is she? Is she still working on that clocktower thing?"

"Yeah, it's something, huh. She sure doesn't want it getting replaced. Who would've thought somebody would want to save a broken clock? It's not like it's a statue or a monument. But, I guess she just thinks it's sentimental though. If she wants to do that, it's fine with me." At that moment, he got reminiscent. "She was always into that clock, ever since we met. I just think if it was a brand new clock, it would work. Plus, lightning could hit it again, so what's the big fuss? I'll still support her, she's my loving wife."

"You guys have stayed together longer that I've ever been married. Lea thought I'm a bad influence on the kids, and I never had a girlfriend very long either. I remember you met Gloria right around when I started driving and taking my Ford into your old shop. This one day, you seemed unusually happy, and I asked you why."

"Yeah, those were the days. I think one reason we doesn't get each other crazy nowadays is that we're not together every second of every day. We all get into arguments every so often. Remember, even you and me? Sometimes you'd be ticked off that new tires or an oil change was so much. It don't mean you didn't still talk to me or come into the shop, though."

"Yeah, I can think of that. I was mad just because I didn't have that much money. Almost like now. At least the d*mn traffic is going away. From here, it ain't far to McFly's house."

It might've been only 5 miles away or so, but it would still be awhile before he got there.