[Heel n Toe]

The reason it has always been funny for me is filtered through my having shared an apartment with a guy just after college who looked almost exactly like that. He was a blob and a slob, smoked, rarely cracked a smile, drove with his left arm out the window most of the time, and if he hit the gas a little too hard from a stop, his arm flopped backward as if it were attached to a corpse.

During the time I knew him, if he were in the situation Bob found himself, he would certainly...

1. try to act all cool and unbothered by the damage to the car
2. light a cigarette
3. not take responsibility for what happened; he would blame it on the tires

...at least partly. We was a weird dude. His name was Joe Beard.

I forget where he was from, but he kept having the same nightmare over and over, and would wake up screaming. The nightmare was that he was in a qualifying round for the '68 or '72 Winter Olympic downhill and I would hear him talking to himself, psyching himself up at the top of the run before the gate opened, then he would get louder and louder as he went through the beginning of the course, until he lost it and went over the edge of the mountain and crashed... screaming at the top of his lungs, waking up in a sweat.

When asked about it, he was very nebulous about the whole thing, but implied he actually was a qualifier and was reliving an actual event. Maybe there's a way to look it up on the interwebs, but I didn't care if he was lying then, so...

But he was totally "Bob."