"When I was in high school, I was occasionally allowed to drive my family’s third car. It had a slow leak in one of the tires, so we were all supposed to check the pressure and put air in it if we needed to.
I picked up a friend to go to a movie, and when we came out one tire was completely flat. It wasn’t the one with the leak, so I put the spare on and drove home.
I got absolute hell from my parents about it. How irresponsible I was to not check it, I’d have to pay for the repair, why didn’t I call roadside assistance, etc.
Took it to get fixed, repeat the whole lecture as we’re dropping it off, and the tech who did it called my mom and told her he’d found a nail in the tire and there was no way I could have seen it coming.
She refused to apologize and I still had to pay for it."
EradiKate
It stated that he had 27-inch biceps. (They were 17-inch.)
The magazine published the correction the following week.
A gym-buddy of mine would not let it go.
From that point onward (and for years afterwards) he'd derisively refer to Christopher Reeve as 'Mr. 27-inch biceps.'
When CR passed away in 2004 I can imagine my buddy saying 'Gee. How did they fit him in his coffin......with his 27-inch biceps.....'