Joy Riding with Pooh

I'm a huge Winnie-the-Pooh fan.

I have:

a Pooh cookie jar (Poohkie Jar),
a Pooh toothbrush holder (Poohthbrush Holder),
two pairs of pajamas with various WTP decals (Poohjamas) ...

and the list goes on.

Quite a few years ago, my brother bought me a little pull-tab Winnie-the-Pooh for my birthday. When you pulled the string, he giggled "Woo hoooo!" I loved it! I immediately hung it from the clothing hook in the back seat of my Honda Civic.

To celebrate my birthday, BJ was taking me to bingo. What else would we do for my birthday?!? At the time, BJ lived in a snotty neighbourhood where the homeowners do nothing but complain. This neighbourhood also happens to be a go-through area where people tend to cut through to avoid congestion on the major streets. This, of course, results in heavy traffic in a family neighbourhood. So the homeowners complained. And the City installed calming bumps in the road. These are not your ordinary speed bumps. These are large, wide bumps that you can't go over quickly without bottoming-out your car.

So I'm driving through BJ's neighbourhood.
The tunes are cranked.
I'm singing.
Loudly.
Off-key.

And as I go over each bump
(probably more quickly than I should have)
I can hear a noise.

Uh oh.
What's wrong with the car?

I keep driving.
Tunes still cranked.
Next speed bump.
Noise.
Uh oh.

Keep going.
Next speed bump.
Noise again.
Oh crap.

Keep driving.
Turn down the radio to hear the odd sound.
Next speed bump.
WOO HOOOO!!

What the????

Pooh is swinging from the hook in the back seat. Every time I went over a speed bump, he would swing and activate the pull-cord.

Woo hoooo is right, Pooh!!