🚨 Pride Weighs More Than Plywood
“You don’t steer through a curve. You look through it.”
We called it dragging iron—riding low, fast, and fearless.
That’s how I learned leadership: not from books, but from bruises.
One lean too early, you stall.
Too late, you crash.
But nail it—and for a few seconds, gravity loses.
That’s what this series is about.
You Might Be a Chat Rat If…
BB gun scars, busted handlebars, and pride that outweighed caution—if your childhood came with a warning label and a cloud of chat dust, you might be one of us.
Chat Rats Loose in Prague
Everywhere we go, somebody’s staring. We’re not doing anything special—just laughing loud and talking like we always have. But apparently, two grinning Oklahoma boys with wives in tow sound like a tornado warning in a library over here.
From Nervous Flub to True Love: My Epic Awkward First Date Story
Our first date was dinner, horror, and a Karmel Korn catastrophe. I tried to impress Tina by playing it cool after spilling caramel popcorn across the movie theater floor. She didn’t run. She married me. That’s the story. That’s Crunch Life.
Summer Bike Rides: Chasing Freedom and Fearless Adventures
The summer before we could drive, we chased cool on ten-speeds—twelve blistering miles from Picher to Riverview Pool. What started as a ride for freedom became a journey into sunburns, daredevil dives, and baby oil goddesses. We thought we were chasing cool. But we were just riding home.
From Mischief to Mayhem: The Childhood Name of the Dirty Little Glover Boys
Before we were legends—chat-dusted, grinning, and marked by the joy of a day well lived.
The name “Dirty Little Glover Boys” started as a screen-door shout from a kid across the street. We didn’t take offense—we claimed it. And we’ve been wearing it like a badge ever since.
Racing Full Throttle Go-karts: A Wild Ride of Adrenaline and Mayhem
I clipped a rogue tire on the last turn and went airborne—sky, pavement, sky, pavement, repeat. When the smoke cleared, I was upright, shredded, barefoot, and straddling a smoking go-kart like I meant to do it. No trophy. Just scars, laughter, and a helmet with a fresh flattop.
True Tales of Hunting Pheasant: The Moon Shot That Changed Everything
Before I ever fired a shot, I was trapped in a camper shell with a gassy dog, freezing my tail off, and trying not to pass out. By sundown, I’d botched the flush of a lifetime, dodged my own shotgun spray, and earned a nickname I’ll never live down. This is how one hunting trip in Red Cloud, Nebraska, went from moon shot to punchline—and why my dog still gets the last laugh.
Epic Car Rescue: How Team Spirit Conquered the Muddy Pond
What started as a joyride turned into a mud-splattered rescue mission when our car high-centered in a pond—just an hour before kickoff. With our football jerseys soaked, our jeans stuck with tadpole slime, and the starting offensive line still missing from the bus, we had to claw our way out of Lawyers Pond, beat the clock, and prove once again that in Picher, survival was half the game.
The Ultimate Wasp Attack: A Baseball Game Gone Wrong
What started as a simple backyard ballgame turned into an all-out aerial assault after one perfect swing clanged off an old metal fence post—home to a very angry swarm of dirt daubers. Dennis ran. I hesitated. Bad call. Ten seconds later, I was shirtless, screaming, and getting lit up like a Fourth of July sparkler. The aftermath involved a makeshift ER, a can of Prince Albert tobacco, and a peanut gallery of laughing neighborhood boys. And when the swelling finally went down… I brought the kerosene.
Garage Fire Horror (and Humor): How We Set The Floor Afire
A homemade basketball goal. A spilled gas can. One match too many. What started as a trick-shot contest turned into a garage explosion, a flying drumstick, and a mama covered in flour. We didn’t just light up the court—we nearly torched the house. Welcome to Pearl Street physics, Chat Rat style.
Epic Inner Tube Ride: Four Cousins, One Ride, Zero Adults
A giant inner tube. A towering chat pile. One brave (and very unlucky) cousin. What started as a dare turned into a downhill disaster, complete with airborne wipeouts, dusty rescues, and a retirement no one challenged. Big Blue delivered the ride of a lifetime—and reminded us why no one wants to go first.
Caught in a Goose Attack: A Backyard Showdown with a Mean Goose
A backyard rinse turned into a full-contact goose brawl when Dennis got bit mid-thigh by a furious mother defending her nest. What followed was part slapstick, part survival instinct, and all chaos. One goose, one brother, zero dignity—and a memory that still makes me laugh every time Great White comes on.
Storytimes on the Porch: The Magic of Family Storytelling
My grandfather didn’t just tell stories—he summoned them. With a voice like gravel and a bobcat squall that made dogs bark and kids jump, Grandad Ben turned every porch into a stage. His stories shaped me, stayed with me, and now I’m writing them down before they vanish for good.
Wild Kids’ Rodeo: Hog Riding and Backyard Bacon Bustin’ Fun
We turned a pig pen into a rodeo ring, climbed the A-frame like stuntmen, and launched ourselves onto an angry sow named Suzy Q. The rides were wild, the landings rough, and Dad’s reaction? Legendary. Bacon Bustin’ wasn’t just a sport—it was summer survival, Pearl Street-style.
Stripes
A backyard go-kart ride turned airborne disaster when my brother slammed the brakes—and I became a human launch ramp. Mud flew, engines screamed, and my Batman shirt took a hit it would never recover from. No helmets, no regrets—just the Glover way: full speed, no brakes, and always a good story.
Chat Rat Physics
One shiny new minibike. One homemade launch ramp. And one wide-eyed kid named Ronnie who didn’t know what he was in for. This is the story of how gravity, plywood, and two wild Glover boys turned a summer stunt into legend—and why some scars fade, but the stories never do.